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Cornwall and the harbor |
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Where witches went mad more than once |
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And until this day in dreams at least |
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The lighthouse at |
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Lost Christabel |
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Squat and hugely tilts upon the strand |
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Where Granddad's house was built |
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And having stood the test of time |
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The starry gale the bloody tide |
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Granddad's house though gaped with hooks |
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And filled with books |
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Could stand no more until a certain prophecy |
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Once read now stood, before the world fulfilled |
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Now of these books in |
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Granddad's keep |
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Some of them were new but mostly they were old |
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And the oldest was a scroll, a prophecy that read |
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When the riddle begins the story will end |
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August, the |
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First 1892 and in the guise of destiny |
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Granddad quit |
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Cornwall, "I'm a captain of a shipMy ship is charmed and called Plutonia" |
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Stories on land, storms at sea 'tween 1892 and '93 |
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When Granddad sailed for |
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MexicoShips charmed and ordinary |
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Sailed the glide path to the sun |
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And when the sun proved false |
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As it always does |
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Some of them would be lost |
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And some would sail back home |
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It was no star but a magna of illusion |
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I mean by that, the mirror found |
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In the chamber of jade |
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Grown like a seed, deep within the ground |
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The mirror found by one man |
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So on and off again |
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He sailed the |
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Europe's rim |
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On and off, off and on |
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Until his time had come |
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Through tears and smiles, the last domain |
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The rods of broken crystal |
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On and off and off again until his time had come |
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Late to the story that had been |
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But early to the riddle not yet begun |
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August, the |
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First 1893 |
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The charmed ship |
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PlutoniaSailed like a ray into |
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CornwallAnd none too soon it seems |
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That night the |
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Captain's granddaughter |
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Would celebrate her birthday"I've come a long way", said the |
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Captain"From Lost Christabel this night""Accompanied by my dog familiarTo blast your rafters with my surpriseGranddaughter, it's a foreign mirrorTaken from the jungle by crime" |
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Stories on land, storms at sea' |
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Tween 1892 and '93 |
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When Granddad sailed for |
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MexicoWhen tables collapse |
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And floors have filled |
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And the party's over, it's all over |
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Sea-dogs and rockers will dwell on doom |
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I've warped the stuff of ground |
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What seems to be is not |
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Behind closed eyes |
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Realize your sight |
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Mine, granddaughter, proves a surprise |
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More light than sun |
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More dark than night |
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Then more a snare than lust |
