I use to sing alone,
I beg to sang a song,
Wondering, wondering,
When the music over.
The bell began to,
To follow the beat,
Slowly sadly,
With preview of hope.
Sun set in you,
Pure light shown you,
Where the long and bus,
Waiting for us.
I sing a song,
Song from another dead man,
The voice the echo the blues,
Fit the muse and burn the fuse.
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