Sound from another place, when everything was going great,
But it changed a little bit
I saw it happen just in time, though I won't identify the crime,
Because it changed a little bit

With peace intact, will hate be back
The day it comes around
The day that hate is crowned

I'll lay down in the flower bed, so I can rest my aching limbs,
Told me it was innocent
Catch the wind passing by, and as I take it all inside
Knew that it was innocent

With eyes of gold, and a face so bold
Where will you be, when the stories told

 
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