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If I could trade our insurrection for some simple melody
A glade out in the wild merely waiting to be found
A song of serene recollection, resting in the shadow of a tree
Moonlight caught beguiled with the promises profound
To change the composition, to escape our dismal fate
To become the real musician, despite what harmonies dictate
A glade out in the wild merely waiting to be found
A song of serene recollection, resting in the shadow of a tree
Moonlight caught beguiled with the promises profound
To change the composition, to escape our dismal fate
To become the real musician, despite what harmonies dictate
