Silently on streets of somber mediocrity
I did meditate
Alone among the bustling winds and singing birds
I did contemplate
Lost among the thoughts so clear
I did not equivocate
Surrounded by the quiet roar
I did not prevaricate
On a glowing Spring afternoon
I called upon the angels of a godless sky
Where upon the soft glowing sun
Did send its rays as to sigh
These are the thoughts that comfort me
As I wonder just who am I
And the ceaseless cries of caring
Do play its mournful tune and die
I did meditate
Alone among the bustling winds and singing birds
I did contemplate
Lost among the thoughts so clear
I did not equivocate
Surrounded by the quiet roar
I did not prevaricate
On a glowing Spring afternoon
I called upon the angels of a godless sky
Where upon the soft glowing sun
Did send its rays as to sigh
These are the thoughts that comfort me
As I wonder just who am I
And the ceaseless cries of caring
Do play its mournful tune and die
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