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First thing she gave me:Two sprays of old Dog's MercuryThen I knew that this was seriousAnd it was SiriusWho shone upon the road aheadThough light of day was there to hear usAll too familiar, all too familiarAll too familiarThose brindled hounds behind her heelsAll too familiar, all too familiarAll too familiarThe things a road reversed revealsThen she turned away from me in her own cave of goldAnd so sadly I saw her unfold and unfoldThen she turned her face to me and she said with one lookThe willow grows ever aslant of the brookRegardless the shape and the heft of your bookI was a bee and I was aliveBut my wings they were strong and they beat for the hiveAnd anything 'round me resembling a droneJust a ricocheted residue of overtoneAnd this she did say as she leapt o'er the stileBridges like this must entirely lack guileIt hinges on us, son, to find our own rust, sonLetras de cancionesSo give up the gloom, son, just trust, just trustAll this with one lookAnd man, was I spooked!And woman, was I spooked!And boy, was I spooked!And girl, was I spooked!That was true lunacy, that was true lunacyThat was true lunacyLike none I'd ever known beforeThat was true lunacy, that was true lunacyThat was true lunacyLike none I'd ever known beforeLast thing she gave me:One dewy sprig of rosemaryAnd half a compassAnd so I left her, and there I left herUnder no enchantmentUnder no enchantment but my ownAn empty-handed hunterAn empty-handed hunter coming home From Letras Mania