World of songs
As my eyes grow dim, I seem to tire
No colour in my paintbox to inspire
this repetition of lifes cool blows
Knocks me down, god only knows
entangled roots of the walnut tree
does it grow up or down in empathy
scented winds guide us on travellers fair
To lead us through the midnight air
We reach our fate it begins to glow
We understand what we already know
Life is full of hurtful words and wrongs
It leads us to our world of songs
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