A Man Who Feels the Song of Life
On a moonlit night he plays his song
throughout a quiet sleeping wood.
The music speaks of lives now gone
better than his stories ever could.
Memories fade and the seasons change
the years have tumbled by.
But although the river may alter its course
its waters will never run dry.
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