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I looked throught the eyes of an eagle
High over forest and glen
Landing here in our eyre
Waiting for the King
But he never came
He never came

I look throught the eyes of a hermit
Naked in a mountain cave
On a diet of seeds and water
Wondering why I stayed
In the soft machine (4x)

I stood waist deep in the water
Sleeping on rocks in the stream
The sun on the leaves casting shadows
Dancing for the King
In the soft machine
In the soft machine