The Lake
Sometimes I just wish I could find the place
Where I can lay my head to rest...
Somewhere near the calmful sounds of rills,
of forest and the morning haze...
Sometimes I just wish I could bind the grace
With the man, lain somewhere to rest...
Somewhere far away from the men's mistakes
Somewhere far away...
Yet close to home
So I can get away... when I feel alone!
But there is no such life
In which every time you'll get it! For something...
For something lost forgotten -
The real reason of the man
To exist, to live, to breathe
Now... We remain to not believe!
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