Sometimes when you’re very quiet,
And you sit very still,
With your mind wandering into nothingness,
You may hear the pipes upon the hill,
Slipping into your subconscious,
And then you will know,
That the Great God Pan is not dead.
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Sometimes when you’re very quiet,
And you sit very still,
With your mind wandering into nothingness,
You may hear the pipes upon the hill,
Slipping into your subconscious,
And then you will know,
That the Great God Pan is not dead.