| I dreamed I saw Phil Ochs last night
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| Alive as you or me
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| Said, «Howdy Phil. |
| You’re fifteen years a-gone»
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| He said that he had never died
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| He said that he had never died
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| Down to my house, I saw him wandering
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| I said to him, «You've never entered my dreams»
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| He said, «Why should I ?»
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| He asked me, «Why should I ?»
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| «I thought that I had some sort of bond with you»
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| «You've none of the kind»
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| «But Phil, why do I feel this way ?»
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| «You've got an unhealthy mind»
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| He said that I’ve got an unhealthy mind
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| Another boy in lowly days
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| As he, to little things was born
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| But gathered lore in woodland ways
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| And from the glory of the morn
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| As wider skies broke on his view
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| God greatened in his growing mind;
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| Each year, he dreamed his God anew
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| And left his older God behind
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| He saw the boundless scheme dilate
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| In star and blossom, sky and clod;
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| And as the universe grew great
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| He dreamed it for a greater God |