| Eight years slowly pass reborn your name
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| But Telemachus recalls
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| You were bold among the boars
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| Eight years till Calypso set you free
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| And Penelope awaits
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| Proud and faithfull against fate
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| Oh Zeus
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| Will you spread your mighty hands
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| Bring my journey to an end
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| Help me reach my native land
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| To my Ithaca so grand
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| Mighty Zeus
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| Oh, Mighty Zeus
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| Carriage from the deep
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| The endless winds have torn the sails to shreds
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| Carriage from the deep
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| And all but one believed that you were dead
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| Look to slay this land and a flower to forget
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| Quickly tie their hands and the pompous you’ll regret
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| Don’t come near the cave
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| For this is where Polyphemus abides
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| You’ll become a slave
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| And many of your friends will lose their lives
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| Blind the masters host and away before he strikes
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| Speak O Hermes ghost May your winds show me the path
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| In a stall in Circes Isle you’ll find your friends
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| Till the Goddess sees your heaven sent
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| There remain untill you’ll find again self will
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| For your journey home to be fullfilled
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| And when I woke from my sleep
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| I long asked my heart wether to leap
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| From my swift going black painted ship
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| And in the sea be drowned
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| Or in silence endure
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| And among the living still abide
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| To the Hades and all the Oracles beseech
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| Of Achillies you will hear a speech
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| And the sirens voice will echo in your ears
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| Music that no sailor twice will hear
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| O prophet the threads of my life were spun by the Gods
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| One thing tell me But say the truth
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| The ghost of my mother so dear, I wish to see
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| Enthriced from my hands she flittered away
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| Ithaca
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| At last, O Athena
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| It is me Telemachus your father, Odysseus
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| My bow slay the Suphres
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| Penelope it is me, Odysseus
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| Peliapus it is me Odysseus
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| O Athena
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| Ithaca, Ithaca |