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less can be more, and more can be beautiful. for life isnt all just big and wonderful, what do i mean? when you get right down to it, all my cares come from greed.. and its time that i knew it.. things i cant do without, are the small things that life is all about.. less can be more, and more can be beautiful.. i dont want it all, just part of wonderful.what do i mean when you get right down to it? just a garden and seed and the love to pursue it, things i cant do withou,t are the small things that life is all about...

its so easy not to try, let world go drifting by, if you never say hello.. you wont have to say good-bye...its so easy not to try, never stay around to cry... move alone then troubles come, like mindless butterfly.. for what good is it to love? when the loving always ends.. travel on the road thats straight, not the one with hills that bends... its so easy not to try, let the world go drifting by, if you never say hello... you wont have to say good-bye.



roads go ever ever on, to the lands beyond the sea, on a white ship i will sail with by my side shall bare with me, leaving havens grey with rain, now the years have slipped away, weve grown so much past the days, our friendship lives inside our hearts. roads we travel we must leave, farther than trains can go and past the sea,to a merry place of songs... can sing as beauty can be free...so easy not to try...let the world go drifting by....if you never say hello....you wont have to say goodbye...
who causes the minutes to fall dead? adding up to no passing hour? brings no change from day to night, as the un seen sun pals to winter? into the ever paling darkness? who is this dark lord who turns starless night into sudless days how does his percing eyes see through the other piercing darkness? seeing all and nothing, the restless eye and his dark tower wearing a veil of protective shadow is woven from fear. and yet he fears to in the security of his protetive realm, he fears the winds of the world have turned against him, tearing aside his veils and troubling him, with tidings and boned spies, but have passed through his vences.