| Now close your eyes
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| And open your weary heart
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| Let me soothe away the woes
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| Of fiendish world…
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| As will the sun bathe the land
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| In its warming light
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| So shall the moon ascend
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| To guide the day to wane
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| In turn the rain to hush
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| The tumult of this world
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| And the wind to rise
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| Sigh a lullaby in trees
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| Not in these troubled times
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| I’m not the one you pined for
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| No, not into calmer waters
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| I’m not the one you long for
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| But a scarecrow, an anathema to the world
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| Looking in from the outside
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| It’s time to turn my back
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| Walk off the beaten path
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| Seek heartening in solitude
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| The arch of sky is roof where I call it home
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| Drizzle of rain, the only music from now on
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| My bed is made from juniper’s boughs
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| Of mire and moss my pillow
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| Not in these troubled times
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| Not into calmer waters
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| But a scarecrow, an anathema to the world
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| Looking in from the outside
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| It’s time to turn my back
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| Walk off the beaten path
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| Seek heartening in solitude
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| Lone footprints diverge from tree line
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| Autumn veils the sloughs with rime
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| Shell of quagmire
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| Yet too fragile to bear a man |