those thoughts did come to me
like passing through a dream
birds travel gracefully, gifts from a foreign sea
pleasures from other lands
pictures from distant sands
it never came to be, she never came to me
behold! the moderne man
with his untutored mind
while clothe him in the front, leaves barren his behind
i dont want to live that way
i dont want to live that life
i cannot live that way, id rather die
love speaks to me in so many ways
while life travels through me in waves
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