| The path is clear, though no eyes can see
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| The course laid down long before
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| And so with gods and men, the sheep remain inside their pen
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| Though many times they’ve seen the way to leave
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| He rides majestic, past homes of men
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| Who care not or gaze with joy
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| To see reflected there, the trees, the sky, the lily fair
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| The scene of death is lying just below
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| The mountain cuts off the town from view
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| Like a cancer growth is removed by skill
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| Let it be revealed
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| A waterfall, his madrigal
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| An inland sea, his symphony
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| Undinal songs urge the sailors on
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| 'Till lured by the siren’s cry…
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| Now as the river dissolves in sea
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| So Neptune has claimed another soul
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| And so with gods and men, the sheep remain inside their pen
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| Until the shepherd leads his flock away
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| The sands of time were eroded by The river of constant change |