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