Memory
As I wrought in the fields of time one day,
I passed through the valley of beauty, of things that were hidden away.
To the east and to the west and to all the horizon
There were hills and mountains of blue, and gold, and gray.
There were clear rivers glist'ning over rocks that were crystal white.
There were flowers that bloomed in the shade of a thousand lights.
There were stars that shone from the heaven, writing in the silent
speech of the night.
A people had lived there in that valley one day.
They had sung and laughed and some times would cry or pray.
As I or you live in the trend of this song that ends in the close of
the day.
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I passed through the valley of beauty, of things that were hidden away.
To the east and to the west and to all the horizon
There were hills and mountains of blue, and gold, and gray.
There were clear rivers glist'ning over rocks that were crystal white.
There were flowers that bloomed in the shade of a thousand lights.
There were stars that shone from the heaven, writing in the silent
speech of the night.
A people had lived there in that valley one day.
They had sung and laughed and some times would cry or pray.
As I or you live in the trend of this song that ends in the close of
the day.
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