[Verses]     Lady With A Fan:
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Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme, suggesting rhythm,
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That will not forsake me, till my tale is told and done.
 
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While the firelights aglow, strange shadows from the flames will grow,
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Till things weve never seen will seem familiar.
 
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Shadows of a sailor, forming winds both foul and fair all swarm.
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Down in Carlisle, he loved a lady, many years ago.
 
 
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Here beside him stands a man, a soldier from the looks of him,
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Who came through many fights, but lost at love.
 
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While the storyteller speaks, a door within the fire creaks,
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Suddenly flies open, and a girl is standing there.
 
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Eyes alight, with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as fair,
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She takes her fan and throws it, in the lions den.
 
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Which of you to gain me tell, will risk uncertain pains of hell?
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I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance.
 
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The sailor gave at least a try, the soldier being much too wise,
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Strategy was his strength, and not disaster.
 
[Solo]
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The sailor, coming out again, the lady fairly leapt at him.
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That’s how it stands today. You decide if he was wise.
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The storyteller makes no choice. Soon you will not hear his voice.
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His job is to shed light, and not to master.
 
[Interlude]
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Since the end is never told, we pay the teller off in gold,
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In hopes he will come back, but he cannot be bought or sold.
 
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Inspiration, move me brightly.   Light the song with sense and color,
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Hold away despair, more than this I will not ask.
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Faced with mysteries dark and vast,
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Statements just seem vain at last
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Some rise,       Some fall,        Some climb,

 
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Counting stars by candlelight, all are dim but one is bright,
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The spiral light of Venus, rising first and shining best,
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Oh, from the northwest corner, of a brand new crescent moon,
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Crickets and cicadas sing,        a rare and different tune,
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Terrapin Station.
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In the shadow of the moon,  Terrapin Station.
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And I know well be there soon,
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Terrapin, I cant figure out,   Terrapin, if its the end or beginning,
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Terrapin, but the trains put its brakes on,
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Terrapin, and the whistle is screaming, Terrapin.
 
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[At A Siding]
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      While you were gone,     These faces filled with darkness.
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The obvious was hidden.          With nothing to believe in,
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The compass always points to Terrapin.
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Sullen wings of fortune bead like rain.
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You're back in Terrapin for good or ill again, for good or ill again.