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As we're alive, know the olden gods survive

On this beach between two silent seas

The bathers play, with their backs to me

A darkling tune, I hear but cannot see

I hear the sound of piping in the wind

It's a song of the morrow

Years start slipping through my head

With new days dawning

Hearing phantoms in the wind

I hear them calling

Is it Pan, whose piping in the sand

Breaks the tide, and thrills me that I flee?

It's time I sought to borrow

As the day dies, comes the morrow

Before we're ready to see

I hear the sound of piping in the wind

It's a song of the morrow

I am the spirit of dark and lonely waters

Years start slipping through my head

With new days dawning

Hearing phantoms in the wind

I hear them calling