Four and twenty years ago, I come into this life,
the
Almost cut my hair
It happened just the other day
When your love has moved away,
You must face yourself and
One morning I woke up and I knew that you
Though your brother's bound and gagged
And they've chained him to
Winding paths through tables and glass, first flowers bloom.
Now watch
Daylight again,
Following me to bed.
I think about a hundred years
Waking
Stream of consciousness
On a sleeping
Street of dreams
Thoughts
Like sca
Eight miles high and when you touch down, you'll find
There you stood on the edge of your feather, expecting
find the cost to freedom
buried in the ground
mother earth will
There is a town in north Ontario,
With dream comfort memory
Hey, would you get to be alone?
And tell me, when
There I was at the immigration scene
shining and feeling clean
Could
Just a song before I go, to whom it may
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