When all my twigs have broken off
But still I've manage to stand
One day I'll be planted firmly
In that golden land
When all my trails have ended
But the path has just begun
When all at once the splendid
Songs mean we have one
In my beautiful garden
Where I'll live out my days
There will be time no longer
But beauty and grace
There will be night no longer
But beautiful days
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