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