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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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 an end or the beginning
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Terrapin - but the train's got its brakes on
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and the whistle is screaming: TERRAPIN
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Terrapin Station: Terrapin Station
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Grateful Dead |