| Oh my fair North Star
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| I have held to you dearly
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| I have asked you to steer me Til one cloud scattered night
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| I got lost in my travels
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| I met Leo the Lion
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| Met a king and met a giant, with their errant knight
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| There’s the wind
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| And the rain
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| And the mercy of the fallen
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| Who say they have no claim
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| To know what’s right
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| There’s the weak
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| And the strong
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| And the beds that have no answers
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| And that’s where I may rest my head tonight
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| I saw all the bright people
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| In imposing flocks they landed
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| And they got what they demanded
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| And they scratched at the ground
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| Then they flew, and the field
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| Grew as sweetly for the flightless
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| Who had longing yet despite this
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| They could hear every sound
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| There’s the wind
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| And the rain
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| And the mercy of the fallen
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| Who say they have no claim
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| To know what’s right
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| If your sister or your brother were stumbling on their last mile
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| In a self-inflicted exile
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| Wish for them a humble friend
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| And I hope someday that the best of Falstaff’s planners
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| Give me seven half-filled manors
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| Where half-dreams may dream
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| Without end
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| There’s the wind
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| And the rain
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| And the mercy of the fallen
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| Who say, «Hey, it’s not my place
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| To know what’s right»
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| There’s the weak
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| And the strong
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| And the many stars that guide us We have some of them inside us |