And I thought that life
Would be so cold
I thought I'd
Within some walls of stone
Another world is waiting for it's
All along away there were things to do
Always some other,
Bird alone, flying high
Flying through a clouded sky
Sending mournful soulful
Down here below
The winds of change are blowing
Through the weary
Whenever skies look grey to me,And trouble begins to brew,Whenever
Not to worry, never mind
Life will fix it every time
Give
There's a sound comes from livin'
Somewhere in the past
When the
She was as tender as a rose
She was as soft
I think about the life I live
A figure made of
For all we know we may never meet again
Before
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