| Sisters of the way-side bide their time in quiet peace,
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| Await their place within the ring of calm;
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| Still stand to turn in seconds of release,
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| Await the call they know may never come.
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| In times of lightness, no intruder dared upon
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| To jeopardize the course, upset the run;
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| And all was joy and hands were raised toward the sun
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| As love in the halls of plenty overrun.
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| Still in their bliss unchallenged mighty feast,
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| Unending dances shadowed on the day.
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| Within their walls, their daunting formless keep,
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| Preserved their joy and kept their doubts at bay.
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| Faceless legions stood in readiness to weep,
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| Just turn a coin, bring order to the fray;
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| And everything is soon no sooner thought than deed,
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| But no one seemed to question in anyway.
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| How keen the storied hunter’s eye prevails upon the land
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| To seek the unsuspecting and the weak;
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| And powerless the fabled sat, too smug to lift a hand
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| Toward the foe that threatened from the deep.
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| Who cares to dry the cheeks of those who saddened stand
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| Adrift upon a sea of futile speech?
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| And to fall to fate and make the 'status plan'
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| Where was your word, where did you go?
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| Where was your helping, where was your bow? |
| Bow.
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| Dull is the armour, cold is the day.
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| Hard was the journey, dark was the way. |
| Way.
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| I heard the word; |
| I couldn’t stay. |
| Oh.
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| I couldn’t stand it another day, another day,
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| Another day, another day.
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| Touched by the timely coming,
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| Roused from the keeper’s sleep,
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| Release the grip, throw down the key.
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| Held now within the knowing,
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| Rest now within the peace.
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| Take of the fruit, but guard the seed.
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| They had to stay!
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| Held now within the knowing,
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| Rest now within the beat.
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| Take of the fruit, but guard the seed. |