| 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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| 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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| 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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| Terrapin Station
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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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| (Oh)
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| 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 it’s brakes on
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| And the whistle is screaming: Terrapin
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| At a Siding
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| While you were gone
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| These faces filled with darkness
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| The obvious was hidden
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| With nothing to believe in
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| The compass always points to Terrapin
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| Sullen wings of fortune beat like rain
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| You’re back in Terrapin for good or ill again
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| For good or ill again |