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When the sun in the sky projects Its fabulous beams of light I am able to view Earth's beauty Which is hidden from me at night So I watch her each day in awe Of the beauty which light reveals And I dread the darkened hours When the night my sweet image steals But I have a plan stored in my mind Of a way to make sure that I keep Having access to images clear Of my love even when she's asleep I shall go to that wheel in the sky And bring back its forceful light I shall give to my love precious fire And never again fear the night Help me, Helios! Give me your source to illuminate all with its glow Help me! Get down to Earth with the spark So the secrets of night I shall know Here you are, my love, here is your fire I will ask you to kindle its flame I shall sit here and watch as you sleep And the world will remember my name But the gods are not happy at all They come knocking as soon as they learn That their celestial privilege is taken To inferior beings unearned They'll want their revenge for my crime So they'll put me in chains on a rock With an eagle forever to pick At my liver each day at at always o'clock
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Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 2:25 PM UTC
Prometheus Explained
When the sun in the sky projects Its fabulous beams of light I am able to view Earth's beauty Which is hidden from me at night So I watch her each day in awe Of the beauty which light reveals And I dread the darkened hours When the night my sweet image steals But I have a plan stored in my mind Of a way to make sure that I keep Having access to images clear Of my love even when she's asleep I shall go to that wheel in the sky And bring back its forceful light I shall give to my love precious fire And never again fear the night Help me, Helios! Give me your source to illuminate all with its glow Help me! Get down to Earth with the spark So the secrets of night I shall know Here you are, my love, here is your fire I will ask you to kindle its flame I shall sit here and watch as you sleep And the world will remember my name But the gods are not happy at all They come knocking as soon as they learn That their celestial privilege is taken To inferior beings unearned They'll want their revenge for my crime So they'll put me in chains on a rock With an eagle forever to pick At my liver each day at at always o'clock
patricia-drake
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Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 2:25 PM UTC
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