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Scene of LifeThe silence of the woodsdances with the early light of moon. Hues golden and pure cross the horizon veiled by some dreamy clouds. I smell the scent of the seasons mixing with the passing of years. I go down the twilight through the abyss of my eyes. I see my past slip out of my hands. The hours of day are limited and those of night are lost. Last years don’t count any more, the years to come are all for you. In a foolish world full of troubles, with unhappy lives and with long slow deaths. Those who think of the future are crushed and those who wait for justice are disappointed. Whoever walks alone is a little hero, while whoever lives by love gets little. The annals of history are full of fools while there are not many for good souls. Those who think of the future are crushed and those who wait for justice are disappointed. Empty words don’t help at all, ‘cause they’re like leaves blown about by the wind. Unstop the bottle of life and drink it all, taking from it all the scents, sights and sounds. |