Confusion rules this shifting age And uproar fills the town My thoughts of you are drowning in the noise How could you know? Why should you know me?
You gently nourish my dry skin A drop of colour saves me from The fate I'm facing everyday A single bloom piercing the snowdrift
How softly, the springtime breezes sing How deeply, the distant mountain breathe There are so many things to show to you
Oh why does hate bring forth more hate? A long abandoned fruit is hastening the process of decay This country's starved, its void of feeling
How softly, the springtime breezes sing How deeply, the distant mountain breathe There are so many things to show to you
One of these days
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