Peace is a long, narrow, winding road
Contorting, it’s never the same
No lasting frame
Pick the flowers while you can
Skipping to and fro,
Swinging your hands,
In town it’s getting late
A little past a dark moons fate,
Skipping we don’t care,
Happiness, always comes short,
It’s never any fair
When the roads they twist and turn
Looking for a secret to learn
What you readily know
Skipping to and fro
Can’t stop here
Leave your fears behind
Embrace the storm
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