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This is for those who do not sing, but die
With all their music still within them
And for those mouths which speak with joy of death
And journeys planned but never taken
This is for those who do not sing, but die
With all their music still within them
And from those mouths there comes a perfect choir
And every sound they make is sacred
Oh, there is beauty in that unforeseen future
There is beauty in that small diminished voice
There is beauty in that unknown
This human joy, it is our birthright
My dear, grow bold and let's be braver
'Cause in your brain there is a perfect mind
And all the world that it created
This human joy, when soft voices die
Vibrates in the memory
Oh, there is beauty in that unforeseen future
There is beauty in that small diminished voice
There is beauty in those long forgotten words
There is beauty in that unknown!
- Album:
- This Human Joy