Meeting Mr. Pan, the words start pouring :
"Make me waver, sway to the tones of flutes
I wanna take dancing steps into mid-air
blindfolded, blind to hearing and thinking
if that's your game
anyway I shall bow to your magic"
A seducer with buck-feet and charming horns
one with Nature, cruel consumer of beauty
but always a tender and loving double-man
animal, divinity and human in one
Wonder why his eyes are like dying flames
what furnace lacks his fervour to live?
Maybe his own, for lack of followers?
A forgotten divinity is a sad sight indeed
When I kiss him I feel the fire shoot up
from buck-feet unto his horns
no haloes anywhere, oh, what a relief
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