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Let my inspiration flow
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In token rhyme suggesting rhythm
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That will not forsake me
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Till my tale is told and done
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While the firelight's aglow
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Strange shadows from the flames will grow
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Till things we've never seen
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Will seem familiar
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Shadows of a sailor forming
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Winds both foul and fair all swarm
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Down in Carlisle, he loved a lady
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Many years ago
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Here beside him stands a man
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A soldier from the looks of him
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Who came through many fights
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But lost at love
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While the storyteller speaks
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A door within the fire creaks
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Suddenly flies open
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And a girl is standing there
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Eyes alight with glowing hair
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All that fancy paints as fair
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She takes her fan and throws it
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In the lion's den
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Which of you to gain me, tell
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Will risk uncertain pains of hell?
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I will not forgive you
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If you will not take the chance
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The sailor gave at least a try
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The soldier being much too wise
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Strategy was his strength
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And not disaster
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Short solo
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The sailor coming out again
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The lady fairly leapt at him
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That's how it stands today
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You decide if he was wise
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The storyteller makes no choice
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Soon you will not hear his voice
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His job is to shed light
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And not to master
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Transition jam
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Since the end is never told
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We pay the teller off in gold
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In hopes he will come back
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But he cannot be bought or sold
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Inspiration move me brightly
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Light the song with sense and color
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Hold away despair
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More than this I will not ask
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Faced with mysteries dark and vast
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Statements just seem vain at last
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Some rise, some fall, some climb
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To get to Terrapin
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Counting stars by candlelight
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All are dim but one is bright
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The spiral light of Venus
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Rising first and shining best
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On from the northwest corner
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Of a brand-new crescent moon
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Crickets and cicadas sing
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A rare and different tune
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Terrapin Station
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In the shadow of the moon
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Terrapin Station
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And I know we'll be there soon
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Terrapin - I can't figure out
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Terrapin - if it's the end or beginning
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Terrapin - but the train's put its brakes on
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And the whistle is screaming: Terrapin
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