I live on wind and tears,
I walk the pleasant shore,
Content with what appears
And restless to my core.
Too late for me to sing;
My life in good array,
I wouldn't change a thing--
But give it all away.
I've reached by way of prayer
The harmony I'd sought
But such a wan compare,
I'd leave without a thought.
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