My heart is in the songs
Every mood they turn
My feelings all belongs
Whichever way they burn
Like dreams of yesterday
That fills the empty woes
They come again to play
As feelings away goes
There is no other song
But what I feel inside
It's either right or wrong
On to their wistful ride
So much I tried to give
I thought I found in there
And also truly to live
Each their gently song air
My heart's full of singing
To soften up my days
And in to the blank bringing
Its many tempered lays
Pounding that come and go
In rhythmical counterpart
To give more spacious flow
To each ones lonely heart
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