I won't throw curses
to where I've been before.
I look upon life as door leading to door.
Although I find nurture
in a long lost friend,
I don't see the death
as if the end.
I can't imagine why
the state of mind is so perplexed,
but isn't that the way we are,
we think inside a standard text?
There is a tune that bids me on,
so when i'm affraid I still go on,
and some glory that fell in my eye,
I don't know why,
but it made me cry,
and still I'm shy,
but I go on
because of the tune.
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