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
In a world of changes
Haunted melodies
Comes this funny feeling
When I'm
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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