| In ages past when spells were cast
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| In a time of men in steel
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| When a man was taught no special thing
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| It was all done by feel
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| So listen, so learn, so read on You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn
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| Hear the song of lovely Joan
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| Her sound so sweet and clear
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| In the courtroom of the King
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| Among children and the peers
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| So listen, so learn, so read on You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn
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| «Now hear ye the words of Taliesyn,
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| on the foaming beach of the ocean,
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| in the day of trouble,
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| I shall be of more service to thee
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| than three hundred salmon…»
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| The hare he bounds across the page
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| Past castles white and fair
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| Past dreaming chessmen on their boards
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| With a fool’s mate as a snare
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| So listen, so learn, so read on You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn
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| «Three times I have been born
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| I know this from meditation…»
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| The bird he flies the distance
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| From pages two to six
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| Past minstrels in their boxes
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| To the waters of the Styx
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| So listen, so learn, so read on You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn
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| Don’t take the pictures lightly
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| Listen to their sound
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| For from their coloured feeling
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| Experience is found
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| So listen, so learn, so read on You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn
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| «All the sciences of the world are collected in my breast,
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| for I know what has been, what is now,
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| and what hereafter will occur…» |