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In lands that seem so far away

my hands are idle

my spirit sways

In pastures silent bountiful

may well be miles and miles away

In my dreams I had touched the bow

wide awake and sleeping now.

I had heard the siren sing her song

She left me weeping to the bone

I had come to her as day is long

seeking this which I could never own.

Had felt her breath through the leaves

tasted death where she breathes

and still had brokered a foolish deal.

but the wind was crisp that day

and the chill in my bones did fade

and I the weary traveller

were no match for her blade.

Here and now in rank self pity

and know what I know will know no more,

take heed ye who follow thee,

and bargain not what ye bargain for.