| When nightfall enfolds you and quickens your heart
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| For you walk alone on the highway
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| If a polecat springs hissing her eyes raging amber
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| Then you must stand still and not fear her
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| For if you befriend her your sister she’ll be
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| And she of all beasts knows the river
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| Its secret unwindings and reason for flowing
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| And a safe road beside the dark water…
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| When nightfall enfolds you and quickens your heart
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| For you walk alone on the highway
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| If a grey wolf springs snarling his teeth bared in anger
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| Then you must stay calm and not fear him
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| For if you befriend him your brother he’ll be
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| And he of all beasts knows the old way
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| That climbs to the one pass that cuts through the mountain
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| And a warm cave where you may take shelter…
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| So follow the highway that leads to the lake
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| And you will discover a sweet spring
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| That bubbles and runs down the hillsides of childhood
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| And there lay your heart down forever… |