For seven years I dwelt in the loose palace of exile
Playing strange games with the girls of the island
Now I have come again to the land of the fair
And the stong and the wise
Brothers and sisters of the pale forest
Children of night
Who among you will run with the hunt
Now night arrives with her purple legion
Retire now to your tents and your dreams
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth
I want to be ready
Writer(s): John Paul Densmore, Robert A Krieger, Raymond D Manzarek, Jim Morrison
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