It seems that no one listens,
Though snow in sunshine glistens,
Though dew the roses christens,
It seems that no one listens.
It seems that no one listens,
Though starlight darkness chastens,
Though moon into sea hastens,
It seems that no one listens.
It seems that no one listens,
Though the universe is a vast romance,
Though matter is no dance of chance,
It seems that no one listens.
It seems that no on listens,
Though grace transforms the mars of sin,
Though those once kith turn into kin,
It seems that no one listens.
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