the world may seem a tiny sort of place
but travel for long hours and you'll be worn
the swiftest bird ends up losing the race
the world may seem a tiny sort of place
sorrow must rest behind each smiling face
each of us learns that we'll be hurt and torn
the world may seem a tiny sort of place
but travel for long hours and you'll be worn
07 July 2007
the modern age
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