In the dark see the steps of the man
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Who is looking for the light in the lay of the land
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When the hills to the break through the clouds
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And the breath of the wind who’s alight with the sun
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Of an A and an O, and the talisman is here
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And an A and an O, and the talisman is here
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Spies and the sparks with the ease of the gods
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And the cooking and the clocking
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And the and the
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Till we sleep by the fire that was laid 'fore we came
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The guide in the river who sits proud in the rain
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With an A and an O, and the talisman is here
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And an A and an O, and the talisman is here
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There’s a tarp in the prop oh
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There’s a tarp in the prop oh
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There’s a tarp in the prop oh
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There’s a tarp in the prop oh
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There’s a tarp in the prop oh
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There’s a tarp in the prop oh, oh oh
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There’s a tarp in the prop oh
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There’s a tarp in the prop oh
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There’s a tarp in the prop oh
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There’s a tarp in the prop oh
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There’s a tarp in the prop oh
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There’s a tarp in the prop oh, oh oh
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River flow, river come back to the the stern
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And the age in which we’re walking has no time to burn
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Through the trees, through the reeds
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And the one who’d draw below
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Gone with us, always with us
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As we shoot the breeze and blow
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For an A and an O, and the talisman is here
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And an A and an O, and the talisman is here
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There’s a tarp in the prop oh
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There’s a tarp in the prop oh
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There’s a tarp in the prop oh
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There’s a tarp in the prop oh
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There’s a tarp in the prop oh
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There’s a tarp in the prop oh, oh oh
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There’s a tarp in the prop oh
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There’s a tarp in the prop oh
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There’s a tarp in the prop oh
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There’s a tarp in the prop oh
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There’s a tarp in the prop oh
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There’s a tarp in the prop oh, oh oh |