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Pan and The Night People
Behind this mute impassive grace
There hides a cheeky grinning face
You think I’m deaf, you’ve no idea
The secrets and the lies I hear
For late at night, when you’re at home
Is when the guilty lovers roam
The people of the night are out
The thieves and vagabonds about
What better way to make a plan
Than ‘Meet up by the face of Pan’
So all the plotting happens here
In earshot of my wooden ear
If you should care to stop a while
I’ve got some tales to make you smile
And some to make you shudder too
Stop by next time you’re passing through.
There’s just one thing I have to ask
As in the rising dawn I bask
Don’t stand just there, you’re in my sun
It’s all I’ve got for daytime fun
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