Laurel: Apollo and Daphne

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[Intro]
Apollo laughed with pride that day,
"Your little bow should stay away."
But Cupid smiled and drew his string,
"Now watch what different arrows bring."

[Verse 1] 
A golden shaft flew straight and bright,
It filled Apollo's heart with light.
A leaden shaft struck Daphne's soul,
She fled from love with single goal.

[Pre-Chorus 1]
He called her name through field and tree,
"Please stop and listen now to me."
She would not turn, she would not stay,
But ran with all her strength away.

[Chorus]
She ran, she ran with all her might,
While fear drove every step in flight.
He loved, she fled, their fates were sealed,
Till laurel bark became her shield.

[Verse 2]
Apollo said, "I'm not your foe,
Please slow your feet, don't fear me so.
I heal, foretell, my aim is true,
Yet Love has made me yield to you."

[Pre-Chorus 2]
The faster that Apollo came,
The more she fled from love's fierce flame.
At last beside her father's stream,
She raised to him her desperate scream.

[Bridge]
"O Father, if your waters save,
Now change my beauty others crave.
Take from me what brings this chase,
And change forever all my face."

[Chorus]
She ran, she ran with all her might,
While fear drove every step in flight.
He loved, she fled, their fates were sealed,
Till laurel bark became her shield.

[Verse 3] 
Her feet grew roots within the ground,
Her arms reached up without a sound.
Green leaves appeared where hands had been,
Her shining bark wrapped all between.

[Pre-Chorus 3]
Apollo touched the laurel tree,
"My leaves and lyre shall honor thee.
Your crown shall grace the victor's head,
Your leaves shall never fade," he said.

[Chorus]
No longer could she run or flee,
She now became the laurel tree.
Apollo vowed, "Your leaves I'll wear,
A crown of honor everywhere."

[Outro]
The laurel bears her silent name,
Apollo keeps her leaves the same.
A tale of longing, loss, and choice,
Still lives within the poet's voice.

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This song retells the ancient Greek myth of Apollo and Daphne as recorded by the Roman poet Ovid in Metamorphoses. It is a timeless story of love, pursuit, transformation, and the origin of the sacred laurel tree. 🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿 [Intro] Apollo laughed with pride that day, "Your little bow should stay away." But Cupid smiled and drew his string, "Now watch what different arrows bring." [Verse 1] A golden shaft flew straight and bright, It filled Apollo's heart with light. A leaden shaft struck Daphne's soul, She fled from love with single goal. [Pre-Chorus 1] He called her name through field and tree, "Please stop and listen now to me." She would not turn, she would not stay, But ran with all her strength away. [Chorus] She ran, she ran with all her might, While fear drove every step in flight. He loved, she fled, their fates were sealed, Till laurel bark became her shield. [Verse 2] Apollo said, "I'm not your foe, Please slow your feet, don't fear me so. I heal, foretell, my aim is true, Yet Love has made me yield to you." [Pre-Chorus 2] The faster that Apollo came, The more she fled from love's fierce flame. At last beside her father's stream, She raised to him her desperate scream. [Bridge] "O Father, if your waters save, Now change my beauty others crave. Take from me what brings this chase, And change forever all my face." [Chorus] She ran, she ran with all her might, While fear drove every step in flight. He loved, she fled, their fates were sealed, Till laurel bark became her shield. [Verse 3] Her feet grew roots within the ground, Her arms reached up without a sound. Green leaves appeared where hands had been, Her shining bark wrapped all between. [Pre-Chorus 3] Apollo touched the laurel tree, "My leaves and lyre shall honor thee. Your crown shall grace the victor's head, Your leaves shall never fade," he said. [Chorus] No longer could she run or flee, She now became the laurel tree. Apollo vowed, "Your leaves I'll wear, A crown of honor everywhere." [Outro] The laurel bears her silent name, Apollo keeps her leaves the same. A tale of longing, loss, and choice, Still lives within the poet's voice.

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