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As we're alive, know the olden gods survive
On this beach between two silent seas
The bathers play, with their backs to me
A darkling tune, I hear but cannot see

I hear the sound of piping in the wind
It's a song of the morrow

Years start slipping through my head
With new days dawning
Hearing phantoms in the wind
I hear them calling

Is it Pan, whose piping in the sand
Breaks the tide, and thrills me that I flee?
It's time I sought to borrow
As the day dies, comes the morrow
Before we're ready to see

I hear the sound of piping in the wind
It's a song of the morrow

I am the spirit of dark and lonely waters

Years start slipping through my head
With new days dawning
Hearing phantoms in the wind
I hear them calling

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