Chorus Of the Times

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Every time I laugh I hide a tear
A new trial, a new path
I tell myself, I can survive this year
I’m still young My whole life ahead
So I will hold my tongue Until I’m dead
So summer swallow me And keep me warm with your crimson hands
Let me be free and drown me in your warm sands
So spring baptize me bathe me in your rain
I only have one plea that you wash away my pain
So autumn hide me in a pile of vermilion leaves
Can’t you see I want to pass with the trees
So winter take me bury me in a white sheet of snow
Let me flee to the ice glossed mountains,
I go I’m still Young my whole life ahead
So I will hold my tongue until I’m dead
Then let me laugh again no matter the intention
And I will pretend until divine intervention

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