| When all the world was very young
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| And mountain magic heavy hung
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| The supermen would walk in file
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| Guardians of a loveless isle
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| And gloomy browed with superfear
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| Their tragic endless lives could heave nor sigh
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| In solemn, perverse serenity
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| Wondrous beings chained to life
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| Strange games they would play then
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| No death for the perfect men
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| Life rolls into one for them
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| So softly a supergod cries
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| Where all were minds in uni-thought
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| Powers weird by mystics taught
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| No pain, no joy, no power too great
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| Colossal strength to grasp a fate
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| Where sad-eyed mermen tossed in slumbers
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| Nightmare dreams no mortal mind could hold
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| A man would tear his brother’s flesh
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| A chance to die, to turn to mold
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| Far out in the red-sky
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| Far out from the sad eyes
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| Strange, mad celebration
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| So softly a supergod cries
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| Far out in the red-sky
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| Far out from the sad eyes
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| Strange, mad celebration
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| So softly a supergod dies |