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So undulating shadows fold before glorified Pan, Below amongst the reeds, the cold river he swam, Goat hoofs a-thrashing as the lilies of gold ran Afloat like a boat, boring holes he thus began Woe made music, thru the reed he did blow; and then No time to waste upon this date, O the scattered bann! Go on a-laughing did he thus goad, saying to ev'ry man, "Know this is the way, O the only way, since gods began, ** to make sweet music, they could not succeed." And So thus he used the reed to make a melody, which then Old Chaos became New Order upon the riverside land.
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC
Sweet Reed
So undulating shadows fold before glorified Pan, Below amongst the reeds, the cold river he swam, Goat hoofs a-thrashing as the lilies of gold ran Afloat like a boat, boring holes he thus began Woe made music, thru the reed he did blow; and then No time to waste upon this date, O the scattered bann! Go on a-laughing did he thus goad, saying to ev'ry man, "Know this is the way, O the only way, since gods began, ** to make sweet music, they could not succeed." And So thus he used the reed to make a melody, which then Old Chaos became New Order upon the riverside land.
jamie-l-cantore
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC
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