Through the windless wells of wonder
By the throbbing light machine
In a tea leaf trance or under
Orders from the king and queen Songs to aging children come
Aging children, I am one In the chiming and the clicking
Don't they hear the melodies
And the laughing harmonies People hurry by so quickly
Songs to aging children come
Aging children, I am one Crows and ravens whistling
Some come dark and strange like dying
Lines of weeping, strings of crying
So much said in listening Aging children, I am one
Songs to aging children come
Does the moon play only silver When it strums the galaxy
Dying roses will they will their
Songs to aging children came
Perfumed rhapsodies to me This is one.
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