Looking glasses left far behind, I've runaway to this corner of my mind-
You're lost, when I need you the most,
Or have I just turned blind?
Another day, another home- All roads lead to Rome-
I was at among the desert sands, and now, with all the time in my hands
I wish I knew where I've come.
Life's happy, it's true; but there were a hundred of you
I've left behind, I've left behind
Hundreds of myself, too.
Looking at the world with the eyes of a child; whispering in accents mild
The crowd won't hear my song; all the more reason to sing along,
This world is easily beguiled.
Walk on, walk on, as I know you walk along;
Our paths keep a-crossing, clouds keep tossing
Blowing in the wind with an everlasting song...
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Wokay, this didn't come out nearly as good as I had planned it, but bear with me :)
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