It is all very well, to tell, to tell,
to see, to think, to live on the brink.
It is all very well, the same old story, hard and gory.
It is always the same old story. The days
grow more beautiful now. The days grow more beautiful.
Sometime, they may not be, maybe tomorrow,
or in a thousand years. For now they are lovely.
What loveliness! And I do wonder at those
who show no interest in these beauties.
to see, to think, to live on the brink.
It is all very well, the same old story, hard and gory.
It is always the same old story. The days
grow more beautiful now. The days grow more beautiful.
Sometime, they may not be, maybe tomorrow,
or in a thousand years. For now they are lovely.
What loveliness! And I do wonder at those
who show no interest in these beauties.
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