The sailor, comin' out again
The lady fairly leapt at him
That's how it stands today

You decide if he was wise

The story teller makes no choice
Soon you will not hear his voice
His job is to shed, and not to master

Inspiration, move me brightly
Light the song with sense and color
Hold away despair
More than this I will not ask
Faced with mysteries dark and vast

Terrapin station
Terrapin
Terrapin
Terrapin
Terrapin

The compass always points to Terrapin
Terrapin station
Terrapin station
Terrapin, inspriation
Terrapin
Terrapin
Terrapin

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