Yes I've chafed at the wishing wellI've desired the dream
My mind has spun into the cyclone
Of love
Only to see its atmosphere
Atrophy and whither
I still have the dream of desire
But the knowledge of truth
I've listened to the pauses
I've drunk from the well of question
I have been warned by the concerned
I know the truth
I am not an old fool
Have I been diminished
Or strenghtened
Life has unfolded
I play tournament chess
I am a rated expert
I know the fool's mate
It's that I wish I didn't know
The truth
Yet there was a moment
Where she had me
The flower's wilting on the vine
Uma flor quase morta, pode ser regada com Amor , e vida e beleza ,podem voltar a nascer nela ,como um Milagre..... Pense nisso , você é um homem muito Inteligênte. E então provará o melhor vinho desta videira.
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