Somewhere in the expanding past
Are the scorched yellow plains
Where I’ve shed
Precious seconds of youth
That misery was lost
Beyond the edge of a forest;
Where the rays of tomorrow’s riches
Shine through,
Now and then
Somewhere in the expanding past
Are the scorched yellow plains
Where I’ve shed
Precious seconds of youth
That misery was lost
Beyond the edge of a forest;
Where the rays of tomorrow’s riches
Shine through,
Now and then
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
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