| Tavern sign swinging on its chain
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| Rough and worn letter-work worn away
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| Sea is Jupiter dreaming today
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| Through telescope
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| Inside, a mystic circumambulation
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| Around an empty glass
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| Fire electrical virtual hearthside
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| And we are all the virtual IT inside
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| So saith the prophet slumped in a corner
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| Drew up like madness, ghoul in its coat
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| He spoke with a smile that went crooked and broken
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| But he swallowed his bait to seek out the Lapis
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| Cup everlasting
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| The Fleece
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| The magnificent East
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| With his sleepawake eye shining
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| On to the quays where the airships are docked
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| The pirates are bats roosting in the slum eaves
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| And one bat got loose in a brothel
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| A pilot perfect and sails fill’d with gold
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| See the X glowing
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| Glowing and shining
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| See all the sinning it buys
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| So saith the ghoul draped in lies |