| Can you hear the forest sing?
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| On a breath of damiana it calls his name
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| Seduced by his spirit once again
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| Cloven hooves beat upon the earth
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| He comes to us from Arcadia through the trees
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| The rush of his force felt upon the breeze
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| He comes on hooves of goat
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| He comes with songs that float on the wind
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| Let your senses know of him
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| Feel the earth it trembles underneath shaggy thighs
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| The sky is afire from his flashing eyes
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| If a nymph I’d follow him
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| Be a match for his wild carousing and bestial ways
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| And in the woods I too would play |