| Flowers today bloomin’by the pathway;
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| Linin’the edge of tomorrows grave.
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| Bright shinin’way,
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| Livin’in the shadows,
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| Tryin’to be the master of tomorrow’s slave.
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| Down in the mine, circled 'round a diamond;
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| Serpent of your expectations,
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| sleeps a nervous dream.
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| Circled so fine, like a velvet palace,
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| Whiles away the passing hours;
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| Not being what he seems.
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| Then he creeps into the light;
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| speeding up like fire flight,
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| Now he moves across the forest floor.
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| Send away the pace of time;
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| Leave behind the lonely mine,
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| and the diamond brilliant on the floor.
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| We cannot stay by the crystal mountain;
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| Serpent of dreams has left his shadow lair;
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| Diamond remains, brilliant in its cavern;
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| No one to see and no one left to care.
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| Sepents friends have come and gone,
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| down the slopes they’re movin’on,
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| through the lakes and forests and the dale.
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| They will find tomorrow’s rise,
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| brings them all the bluest skies,
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| Frees the lonesome banshee and his wail
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| 1975, A Fishobaby Production (Grunt Records) |