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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.