| Cello Song |
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| Strange face, with your eyes |
| So pale and sincere |
| Underneath, you know well |
| You have nothing to fear |
| For the dreams that came to you |
| When you were young |
| Told of a life where |
| Spring has sprung |
| You would seem so frail |
| In the cold of the night |
| When the armies of emotion |
| Go out to fight |
| But while the earth |
| Sinks to its grave |
| You sail to the sky |
| On the crest of a wave |
| So forget this cruel world |
| Where I belong |
| I’ll just sit and wait |
| And sing my song |
| And if one day |
| You should see me in the crowd |
| Lend a hand and lift me |
| To your place into the cloud |
