| My star, I saw it high and far
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| At the parting of the ways
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| A light on the edge of the outer night
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| Like silver set ablaze
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| Where the round world plunges steeply down
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| But on the old roads goes
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| As an unseen bridge that on arches runs
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| To coasts that no man knows
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| I would not find the burning domes and sands
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| Where reigns the sun, nor dare the snows
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| Nor seek in mountains dark the landscapes of the men
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| Long lost to where no pathway goes
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| But where they bloom those flowers fair
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| In what air or land they grow
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| What words beyond the world I heard
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| If you would seek for know
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| In a boat then, brother, far afloat
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| You must labour in the sea
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| And find yourself things out of mind:
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| You will learn no more of me
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| I would not find the burning domes and sands
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| Where reigns the sun, nor dare the deadly snows
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| Nor seek in mountains dark the landscapes of the men
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| Of long lost to where no pathway goes
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| There the twain enfolded
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| Phantom twilight, phantom twilight
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| And dim the mazes dark, unholy
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| I would never find the burning domes and sands
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| Where reigns the sun, nor dare the snows
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| Nor seek in mountains dark, the landscapes of the men
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| Long lost to whom no pathway goes |