Today I've got the blues for the world
But only the golden yellows for you
Why does it insist on madness
Mocking my gladness over you
If I forget there are millions of you
Being loved beyond sadness
Or solace or the strife on earth
If I grow impatient with love
Wasting its time on the world
When it could be so much
Greater than life or the mind
When you know it has it in it
Having entered the world
To finally take it as its own
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