The melancholy sky, the painted fields
The resonating gust, the moody clouds
The strings fool around with harmonies of life
The high takes me places I’ve always wanted to visit
Down below I see the road to destiny, or is it destiny I seek
I rather endeavor the curves than the straight boulevard ordained
The pointless questions don’t embattle me
All I wanna do is string the tunes of life
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