My life has been a Tapestry of rich and royal hue. An everlasting vision of an everchanging view. A wondrous, woven magic in bits of blue and gold A tapestry to feel and see, Impossible to hold.
Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky There came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by. He wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide A coat of many colors, Yellow-green on either side.
He moved with some uncertainty as if he didn't know, Just what he was there for or where he ought to go. Once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree And his hand came down empty.
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