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In the castles black with dawning broken vessels hold the light where the vassals stand a'yawning woken by the dead of night Songs to aging children, come aging children I am one! Where the flowers whither rhythm where the rhymes are drops of dust metered moonbeams lie within them in their melodies we trust Songs to aging children, come aging children I am one! Can we only see the lanterns lit for us by frosty dew? Can we yet hear all the patterns colors bled for me and you? Songs for aging children, come aging children I AM ONE!
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 8:14 AM UTC
Songs to Aging Children, Come
In the castles black with dawning broken vessels hold the light where the vassals stand a'yawning woken by the dead of night Songs to aging children, come aging children I am one! Where the flowers whither rhythm where the rhymes are drops of dust metered moonbeams lie within them in their melodies we trust Songs to aging children, come aging children I am one! Can we only see the lanterns lit for us by frosty dew? Can we yet hear all the patterns colors bled for me and you? Songs for aging children, come aging children I AM ONE!
SoulSurvivor Catherine Jarvis (C) September 25, 2014 Based on a song by Joni Mitchell I strongly suggest listening to it a more hauntingly beautiful song has scarcely been written.
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 8:14 AM UTC
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