Hush
There's plenty of room,
It's quiet and warm,
Here in my arms.
We'll take a train,
Windows will steam,
A shield from the rain.
The sun does what it can
To push through the clouds
And see you again. Hush...
We'll go to the sea,
Where we will stand,
Up to our knees.
The waves progress and regress,
Like pain behaves,
And happiness. Hush…
Hush, you poor little scrap,
Life's full of mishaps,
What can one say?
The world works that way.
Hush, you poor little scrap,
Life's full of mishaps,
What can one say?
The world works that way.
A pony you'll ride,
You'll learn to jump
Clear of divides.
The wind just wants a word,
To describe how it feels,
Not to be heard. Hush…
Hush, you poor little scrap,
Life's full of mishaps.
What can one say?
The world works that way.

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