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                         SPIRIT OF REPOSE

Listening to the calm of a new day

I hear the far off horn of a trade ship

My idle thoughts turn to distant lands

Take me to Athens to die

Among the classical ruins of the gods

Let me sail to Sicily under the sun

Take a route to the east

On a desert caravan trail

Over clifftops of burning sand

Let me trade with the Spanish for horses

For a journey through bliss

A journey with the spirit of repose.

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