| I dreamed I was an Otter,
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| In sheltered leats I lay
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| The I heard a sound I feared
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| And the I saw their coats
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| All smeared in blood
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| I knew my fate —
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| Nowhere to hide.
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| I dreamed I was a Red Stag,
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| In pastures grazing
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| And then I heard a hunting-horn
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| Ringing out it’s song —
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| The Song of Death
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| We know so well
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| How can I tell?
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| For I, I am the Sun
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| I am the Moon
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| I am the Stars up above
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| Now what are they doing to my little friends?
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| I make everything and it all dies in the end.
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| I dreamed I was a Big Bear,
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| Bespectacled and brown
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| And the I saw to shafts of fire
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| Shooting through the sky —
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| I heard no more
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| Save drops of rain
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| I cannot explain…
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| I dreamed I was a Grey Seal,
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| My cubs for suckling
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| And then they came with sticks and clubs
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| And beat away my brains —
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| I heard no more
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| Save childrens' cries
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| Helpless to die.
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| For I, I am the Sun
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| I am the Moon
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| I am the Stars up above
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| Now what are they doing to my little friends?
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| I make everything and it all dies in the end.
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| The night is quiet for Otters
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| In peaceful holts they lie
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| There is no peace for anyone
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| While this pest remains,
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| His senseless mind cannot retain
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| I cannot explain —
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| For I, I am the Sun
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| I am the Moon
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| I am the Stars up above
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| Now what are they doing to my little friends?
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| I make everything and it all dies in the end. |