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I set out on a longest road |
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to seek the answers from Death |
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I set out to the black sacred stream |
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to seek out and shoot a white swan |
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On desolate and stony paths |
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from a mountain to a vale |
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I reached the shore and saw it come |
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into my view, the swan |
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I took the arrow and raised my bow |
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I aimed below the graceful neck |
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under the white of it's breast |
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inside the red of it's heart |
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The surface of the river calm and black |
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reflects the sky, the pale moon |
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and there a glimpse caught of myself |
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I'm shattered, the vision is ruined |
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An arrow from the water |
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a serpent rips my mind |
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into the black river of Death |
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with a slash across my heart |
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My last sight a white swan |
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behind the swan a starless sky |
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under the sky a coal black river |
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reflected a bone white moon |
