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My life has been a tapistry of rich and royal hugh An everlasting vision of the everchanging view A wonderess woven magic in bits of blue and gold A tapistry to feel and see, impossible to hold Ones amid the soft and silver sadness of the see there came a man of fortune a drifter passing me he wore a thorn and tattered cloth around his lethered hide and a coat of many clours, yellow-green on either side he moved with some uncertenty Letras de cancionesas if he didn't know just what he was there for or where he ought to go once he reached for somethng golden, hanging from a tree and his hand came down empty soon within' my tapistry along the rutted road he sat down on a riverrock and turned into a toad it seemed that he had fallen into someones wicked spell and i whepped to see him suffer though i didn't know him well as i watched in wonder there suddenly appeared a figure grey and gohstley beneath a flowing beard in times of deepest darkness i've seen him dressed in black now my tapistry's unreaveling he's come to take me back.... he's come to take me back..... From Letras Mania