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Dark it becomes When your candles are blown by the wind One by one, dying slowly And you keep playing your violin And you keep singing to live Cold it becomes When the night falls under your feet Minute by minute, fading slowly And you finally cut your wings And you no longer need to feel happy You blow the dust off of your old guitar You kiss a goodbye to your golden times Those glorious days you believe to be the past And you smile upon knowing your son would live a happy life Screaming fans surrounded you You've been around the world With precious friends alongside you Through melodies and genuine words You went far to places new Keeping your faith to inspire others But now that you've done your work It is time to play with your grandchildren You would tell them your story A nobody who became everyone's somebody Turn off the light inside the studio Unplug the wires, no more stereo It is time to take a sit at the balcony Give it an end and finish your tea You have given them your legacy There is no more to pay Now to enjoy your last days
“If unfair nature denied beauty to me,
Take in exchange for appearance my wit.
I am short, but my name stretches across all lands:
I am the measure of my fame not my height. 131 more words