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When I was born I had no head |
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My eye was single and my body was filled with light |
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And the light that I was, was the light that I saw by |
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And the light that I saw by, was the light that I was |
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And many's the time that I've passed by the river |
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And saw no tollman and needed no ferryman to cross |
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And I enjoyed the world aright |
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For the sea itself floweth |
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And warm I was and crowned. |
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But one day walking by the river |
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I met a tollman with an angry face |
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And many's the time I passed through his tollgate |
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And paid no silver and paid no fee |
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But rather I did hide my sheep and goats under the bags of oatmeal |
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And cold I was, no crown did I wear |
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But if you're walking down the street |
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Why don't you look down to the basement |
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And sitting very quietly there is a man who has no head |
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His eye is single and his whole body also is filled with light |
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And as he sits there so he will walk all among you |
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And the streets are his and all the people |
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And even the temples and the whole world |
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And many's the time he walks to the river |
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And seeing the tollman and seeing the ferryman |
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The light within him leaps to greet them |
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For he sees that their faces are none but his own |
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One light, the light that is one though the lamps be many |
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You never enjoy the world aright |
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"Till the sea itself floweth |
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In your vein and you are clothed |
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With the heavens and crowned with the stars" |