We're surrounded from Charming Lait by Pastel Felt

Oh sweet mystery of life
so right for life that possibility of death
did not occur where fate and politics shoved her next
You wont fight them
you mean why not die for love?
Like a hero a foolish young man
I adored that young man

Tell me what to live for
Tell me what to do
Tell me what to be

Tell me what to live for
Tell me what to see
Tell me what to think

Strength came into her hands
did gentle violence to his clothes
Resi, i'm sorry, i'm an old man
so tell me old man,
you're not sorry to see me go.
Why not die,
like a knight in my plays?

Tell me what to live for
Tell me what to be
Tell me what to see

Tell me what to live for
Tell me what to do
Tell me what to think

He is so used up
Curiosity and his eyes

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