Chaos
Chaos
And if on the Murrow man forget his brothers, nourishing a machine and neglect his own skin,
Not stargazing, not moon sighting and leaving on the side track do man make of the fate of nature,
If only just one moon in years I'm I allow to see with my lover,
Locking hands, and if only once in a century do sun shine on us,
Then amidst all this chaos, not caring is all we have to be.
Chaos
Homage to the beginning of man, his curiosity,
I pay my homage to the art of innovation.
And if on twilight, man no more cares about his woes, pain and man forget to nourish his dreams,
And if watching by the side line is my fate.
Then amidst all this chaos, not caring is all I have to be.
Culture
At this beautiful evening now,
We are cultivating culture of light,
This light is gift of God is adorable,
Beauty has defined justice of joy,
When a snowman winks his eyes of coal and from their windows children know
Magic's in the air.
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Vultures of prey, stopping, ejecting their catch of the day.
We watched from a hillside, a vast world away Through the trees, down the meadow is the grand old hotel.
Where hosts greet each guest as the day stretches on.
Wearing coats with long tails, ... red satin vests, and with proof on lapels, of fortune and wealth.
Too rich for our blood, and we are flooded with awe
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