The tales that people told
Have now been whisked away.
The emotion that people used to hold
Have since been brought astray.
When the beauty you hope is true
Is nothing but the colour blue,
And anything you thought had a hue
Had been lost, too.
When you think that all is lost forever,
And when it seems like the end is never,
When you think its all downhill,
It's never lost forever.
The stories people sang
Have been hailed by the gang.
The poets used to rule his land,
But lost their thoughts at hand.
When the beauty used to be true
Has turned into nothing but another hue
And anything of sapphire blue
Had disappeared through and through
When you think the end is coming soon
And when the time is high noon
When you think all is coming down
Nothing is lost forever.
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC
The tales that people told
Have now been whisked away.
The emotion that people used to hold
Have since been brought astray.
When the beauty you hope is true
Is nothing but the colour blue,
And anything you thought had a hue
Had been lost, too.
When you think that all is lost forever,
And when it seems like the end is never,
When you think its all downhill,
It's never lost forever.
The stories people sang
Have been hailed by the gang.
The poets used to rule his land,
But lost their thoughts at hand.
When the beauty used to be true
Has turned into nothing but another hue
And anything of sapphire blue
Had disappeared through and through
When you think the end is coming soon
And when the time is high noon
When you think all is coming down
Nothing is lost forever.
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