"Isn't life strange
A turn of the page…"
From ‘Isn't Life Strange' by the Moody Blues,1972
As ice creams drip onto tables and tarmac
The high-vaulted sun in the trees
Turning vanilla the melting black
The summer passing by on the breeze;
Cool my heart into little pieces
For each happy day, there is two sad
Wrap it around with your soft fleeces
For being alive, make me glad;
For isn't life strange?
We think we know it all
A turn of the page
And then we just fall.
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