When I am old,
With no control,
Take me away, far from home,
To all valleys I forgot to roam,
Near sea and it’s sapphire calm,
Along roads, threading amber farm,
Atop mountains, deep in thoughtful cloud,
Within cities and its forgotten crowd,
When I am old,
With no control,
Take my body, yes,
But free my soul.
When I am old,
With no control.
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