The world goes on.
Continuing its orbit around the sun.
While we live in our miniature universe.
With our miniature problems.
With our miniature feelings.
On this speck of dust we trust
The world goes on.
The world goes on.
Continuing its orbit around the sun.
While we live in our miniature universe.
With our miniature problems.
With our miniature feelings.
On this speck of dust we trust
The world goes on.
A forest so alive,
birds exclaiming their tune worldwide.
By color.
By love.
By melodies short and pleasant
they connect,
their music effervescent.
The wind grows stronger,
Near and near.
I can hear it whistling,
Past my ear.
It fills the sails,
And steadies my steer.
What a joyous moment,
The wind is here!
You've changed, you know? You last year wouldn't be moving like this, you last year would be disappointed in you.
How am I to know?
How am I to know the difference?
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