Surely life would see reason
Without having to resort to treason
Without having to resort to treason
An aim given by the one name
An aim not meant to be lame
An aim not meant to be lame
Come wind, change your course
Come and give me a ride on your horse
Come and give me a ride on your horse
Take me there, to the magical land
Where life is played with cards at hand
Where life is played with cards at hand
Take me there to the abode of the lover
In my gaze, he shall be a beloved forever
In my gaze, he shall be a beloved forever
Surely, life would see my reason
And give me in return a merry season!
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