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Let my inspiration flow |
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In token rhyme, suggesting rhythm |
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That will not forsake you |
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Till my tale is told and done |
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While the firelight's aglow |
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Strange shadows from the flames will grow |
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Till things we've never seen |
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Will seem familiar |
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Shadows of a sailor, forming winds |
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Both foul and fair all swarm |
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Down in Carlisle, he loved |
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A lady many years ago |
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Here beside him stands a man |
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A soldier from the looks of him |
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Who came through many fights |
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But lost at love |
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While the story teller speaks |
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A door within the fire creaks |
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Suddenly flies open |
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And a girl is standing there |
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Eyes alight with glowing hair |
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All that fancy paints as fair |
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She takes her fan and throws it |
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In the lion's den |
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Which of you to gain me tell |
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Will risk uncertain pains of hell? |
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I will not forgive you |
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If you will not take the chance |
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The sailor gave at least a try |
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The soldier being much too wise |
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Strategy was his strength |
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Not disaster |
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The sailor, coming out again |
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The lady fairly leapt at him |
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That's how it stands today |
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You decide if he was wise |
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The story teller makes no choice |
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Soon you will not hear his voice |
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His job is to shed light |
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Not to master |
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Since the end is never told |
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We pay the teller off in gold |
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In hopes he will come back |
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But he cannot be bought or sold |
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Inspiration, move me brightly |
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Light the song with sense and color |
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Hold away despair |
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More than this I will not ask |
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Faced with mysteries dark and vast |
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Statements just seem vain at last |
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Some rise, some fall |
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Some climb to get to Terrapin |
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Counting stars by candlelight |
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All are dim but one is bright |
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The spiral light of Venus |
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Rising first and shining best |
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On, from the northwest corner |
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Of a brand new crescent moon |
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Crickets and cicadas sing |
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A rare and different tune |
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Terrapin station |
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In the shadow of the moon |
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Terrapin station |
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And I know we'll be there soon |
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Terrapin |
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I can't figure out |
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Terrapin |
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If it's the end or beginning |
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Terrapin |
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But the train's put it's brakes on |
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Terrapin |
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And the whistle is screaming |
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Terrapin |
