Pan Plays Alone
Pan plays alone, disguised as a brownie or imp
Playing his flute, showing off for a charming nymph
The forest is silent, except for his pretty melody.
What more could happen? How much greater could we be?
This was from the nymph who almost always wanted more.
Pan played his melody forward, and his heart gave a soar.
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