Monday, 24 April 2017

Nothing Much Around Me

I can't see How time has wandered so far apart I can't open my eyes To see, to see There are things All around me I fear There is nothing here There's nothing much around me All the things here aren't even mine There are things I'd rather have But I am standing by and by All alone, all alone I could wake But there's nothing much around To wake to And so I dream There's are things Which I would rather hate Now I fear, there is nothing here There's nothing much around me All the things here aren't even mine There are things I'd rather have But I am standing by and by All alone, all alone

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