Peace, 'tis a strange thing to me
As i break free from day's reverie
The cares of tomorrow arcing past
My jaded eyelids,
Incredulous at last
The gentle shimmering
Of a three-quarters moon
Lets me know that all too soon
Goes dust to dust, and ash to ash
Free at last from master's lash
A gentle breeze
Through moonlit wood
Lo' to me, 'tis understood!
And my heart is free once more
As i break free from day's reverie
The cares of tomorrow arcing past
My jaded eyelids,
Incredulous at last
The gentle shimmering
Of a three-quarters moon
Lets me know that all too soon
Goes dust to dust, and ash to ash
Free at last from master's lash
A gentle breeze
Through moonlit wood
Lo' to me, 'tis understood!
And my heart is free once more
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