Through the windless wells of wonder
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By the throbbing light machine
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In a tea leaf trance or under
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Orders from the king and queen
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Songs to aging children come
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Aging children, I am one
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People hurry by so quickly
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Don't they hear the melodies
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In the chiming and the clicking
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And the laughing harmonies
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Songs to aging children come
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Aging children, I am one
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Some come dark and strange like dying
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Crows and ravens whistling
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Lines of weeping, strings of crying
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So much said in listening
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Songs to aging children come
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Aging children, I am one
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Does the moon play only silver
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When it strums the galaxy
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Dying roses will they will their
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Perfumed rhapsodies to me
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Songs to aging children came
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This is one
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Songs To Aging Children Come
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| Joni Mitchell |
