Browned Old Pages

So many things I don’t quite understand
My mind wanders in quiet desperation
In the still of the night

I turn the browned old pages
The pages blur with unwritten lines
Thousands unspoken words

Now, thousand melodies whispering hope
I try to sing along, but I forgot the words
It’s a long time now

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