| A long wind a weaving mind
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| Over all the land the wild flowers grow,
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| Echoing kind to kind
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| On that day when I found the iron stone
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| Heavy in my hand in the sloping rain
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| Ever the seas rolled on and o’er my heart
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| They roofed their slates of grey
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| The iron stone I found it on that day
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| The iron stone I brought it home
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| Heavy in my hand I brought it home
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| Black as the thoughts of doom
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| A man told me it came from the moon
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| Flying through time it flew
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| Upon the long beach where I found it Dancing horses told their tale
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| Among the stones it called me There my hand it knew
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| Seeing in the thickness of the thick black sight
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| Forests and centaurs and gods of the night
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| Never that sun shone on Where high Atlantis raised her shores
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| How sang the dragons of the sea
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| Love paints the carts with suns for wheels
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| The jester’s bauble, cap and bells
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| The brave, perhaps, Mustachio
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| Sir Primalform Magnifico
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| The dragon me with golden toes
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| And golden fire my flaming nose
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| And memories, memories
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| My cave was bright with sulky gems
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| That paled the stars like diadems
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| Silver lost and buried gold
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| Such was my home in days of old. |