| I set out on the 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 its breast
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| Inside the red of its 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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| 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 its breast
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| Inside the red of its heart
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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 its breast
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| Inside the red of its 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 |