.Standing by the Everyman digging the rigging on my sail
Rain fell through sounds of harpsichords to the spell of
Fairy tales
The heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping glades
I'll taste the tastes until my mind drifts from this scene
And fades
In the night tim.
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