| Algol, demon, capricious your brightness
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| Shifts from day to day — rises, abates, intesifies
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| Again, sometimes triumphant and sparkling
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| Sometimes pale and faint. |
| For a long time
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| We’ve searched with wonder for the key
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| To this mystery, the right element to
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| Your eager and changing, queer temperament
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| Now we’ve dispearsed the haze of the riddle:
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| You’ve got a companion on your journey
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| Like a slave, a faithful shadow he
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| Constantly follows you on the desolate
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| Path, he circles and sneaks quiet around you, closely
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| Never have we seen his guise, dark, parches
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| Stiff and cold, but still we know he exists;
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| Like ashamed he hides behind you — free
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| And merry you shine — until he once
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| Again crawls out of the darkness and
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| Covers you, and your glare becomes
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| Pallid and dull, and your mind cloudy
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| Now we’ve dispearsed the haze of the riddle:
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| You’ve got a companion on your journey
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| Like a slave, a faithful shadow he
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| Constantly follows you on the desolate
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| Path, he circles and sneaks quiet around you, closely
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| And similars there are — many Algols
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| Wanders in the space — maybe even
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| More among us on earth. |
| Sunlight spirits
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| Darkened by a shadow, young princes
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| Concealed by old slaves, doublesouls
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| Divided creatures — a blissful son of the
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| Light indissolubely linked with a bitter dark demon
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| Now we’ve dispearsed the haze of the riddle:
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| You’ve got a companion on your journey
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| Like a slave, a faithful shadow he
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| Constantly follows you on the desolate
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| Path, he circles and sneaks quiet around you, closely |