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Mercy Of The Fallen
Oh my fair North Star
I have held to your dearly
I have asked you to steer me
To one cloud scattered night
I got lost in my travels
I met Leo the Lion
Met and a king and met a giant
With their errant light
There's the wind and the rain
And the mercy of the fallen
Who say they have no claim to know what's right
There's the weak and the strong
And the beds that have no answer
And that's where I may rest my head tonight
I saw all the bright people
In imposing flocks they landed
And they got what they demanded
And they scratched at the ground
Then they flew and the field
Grew as sweetly for the flightless
Who had longing yet despite
They could hear every sound
There's the wind and the rain
And the mercy of the fallen
Who say they have no claim to know what's right
And if your sister or your brother
Were stumbling on their last mile
In a self-inflicted exile
You'd wish for them a humble friend
And I hope someday
That the best of Falstaff's planners
Give me seven half-built manors
Where half-dreams may dream without end
There's the wind and the rain
And the mercy of the fallen
Who say hey it's not my place to know what's right
There's the weak and the strong
And the many stars that guide us
We have some of them inside us
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We have some of them inside us
And the many stars that guide us
There's the weak and the strong
Who say hey it's not my place to know what's right
And the mercy of the fallen
There's the wind and the rain
Where half-dreams may dream without end
Give me seven half-built manors
That the best of Falstaff's planners
And I hope someday
You'd wish for them a humble friend
In a self-inflicted exile
Were stumbling on their last mile
And if your sister or your brother
Who say they have no claim to know what's right
And the mercy of the fallen
There's the wind and the rain
They could hear every sound
Who had longing yet despite
Grew as sweetly for the flightless
Then they flew and the field
And they scratched at the ground
And they got what they demanded
In imposing flocks they landed
I saw all the bright people
And that's where I may rest my head tonight
And the beds that have no answer
There's the weak and the strong
Who say they have no claim to know what's right
And the mercy of the fallen
There's the wind and the rain
With their errant light
Met and a king and met a giant
I met Leo the Lion
I got lost in my travels
To one cloud scattered night
I have asked you to steer me
I have held to your dearly
Oh my fair North Star
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