Strange face, with your eyes
so pale and sincere
Underneath, you know well
you have nothing to fear.
For the dreams that came to you
when you were young,
told of a life where
spring has sprung.
You would seem so frail
in the cold of the night
When the armies of emotion
go out to fight.
But while the earth
sinks to its grave,
you sail to the sky
on the crest of a wave.
So forget this cruel world
where I belong.
I'll just sit and wait
and sing my song.
And if one day
you should see me in the crowd
...lend a hand and lift me
to your place in the cloud.
(Nick Drake - Cello Song)
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