| The ferryman brought me with mind open, dreaming
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| We cut the depths with laughter
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| Stayed with my youth that God’s tooth cut when weaning
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| Now and ever after
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| The will of the void is to shape and name forms
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| Our dance was never done then
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| I remember you well from before you were born
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| My chance was never won then
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| I burnt the sports pages as I already knew the score
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| Put faith in the fire forever and evermore
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| Your colors of autumn, you’re burnished with gold there
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| And standing in the rhythm
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| This circle of trees, and the full wish we told there
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| Truthful as a prism
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| I looked at the mystery and all she evoked
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| My patron saint stood near her
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| But the mystery walked, and the mystery spoke
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| My saint said, «Never fear her.»
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| Now Mab is my queen
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| Oh, and Mab is my chief
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| Mab is my root now
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| And strong trunk, and branch to the leaf
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| The circle remains and still from its past
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| Now waiting, now singing, now flying half mast
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| She is, and she’s whole
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| Oh, I’ll love, love again
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| I’ll know my song well, each dying refrain
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| Each cadence, and twist well observed in its harmony
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| Silence come clean, pull stillness for our lady
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| Gypsy hymn sing me slow
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| And tenderly bear me on your west wind blow
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| Your gypsy hymn let me flow
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| And sing me again before you got to go
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| Sing me again before you got to go |