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
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Dancing horses told their tale
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Among the stones it called me
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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
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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.
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The Iron Stone
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