Lionel walked slowly through the path. Tis is his favourite part of the Lioncourts garden; tis is where the ancient and great oaks shelter the path wif their embracing canopy, allowing only the distilled rays of a curious sun to peer through the leaves. The sky was a clear turquoise, an evening colour, even though it was still premature for dusk to set in.
Lionel walked wif his head bowed, he had much to comtemplate tis day. He thought about the changes going on around him, both in his life and in the lives of his friends. Everyone seemed to be preoccupied wif some new event, some turning point, knowing someone new or renewing knowledge of someone known.
"A season of change, indeed." As Lionel brooded, he watched the fallen leaves gathered near his feet, whirled in eratic circles, n then launched suddenly in one direction. "Who's to say where the wind will take u? Who's to say if life will break u? I dunno which way the wind will go.."
..But i do know tis old song, n it is to the broken-hearted n the fearful tt i sing it again tonite.
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When you’re drown in misery recall,
Recall that I will never let you fall.
Close your eyes and I will take you far behind,
Behind of your mind where your troubles lie.
Cos the world is wide but we stay inside,
Inside of our clan where everyone else too reside.
Have you ever heard the song of waves,
Waves singing melodies within coastal caves?
Have you ever laid upon endless plains,
Plains lined with hills and rolling trains?
Have you ever soared above the stormy clouds,
Clouds which hide silver linings to every doubt?
Have you ever imagined me in your dreams?
Like you were in mine,
Through life’s greatest themes.
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