In Arcady, your life trips a long
Pire and simple as the shepherd's song
Seraphic pipes along the way in Arcady, in Arcady...
Never saw I such a molten green
They employ their holiday with dance and game
And things I may never name
In Arcady...
Said he was your teacher
Taught you so true and so wise
Now you know more than your teacher
I see nothing but cool self-regard in your eyes In Arcady...
So you see how twisted it becomes
See how quickly twisted it becomes
The cat gut binds my ankles to your bedstead
That ain't love, no that ain't love...
Said he was your teacher
Taught you so true and so wise
Now you know more than your teacher
I see nothing but cool self-regard in your eyes
In Arcady, In Arcady...
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