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The path is clear, though no eyes can see. The course laid down long before. And so with gods and men, the sheep remain inside their pen. Though many times they've seen the way to leave. He rides majestic, past homes of men. Who care not or gaze with joy. To see reflected there, the trees, the sky, the lily fair. The scene of death is lying just below.
Lyrics by Genesis.