The songs from a person called human.

p/s: No matter how gifted you are, not everyone is gonna like you.
28.Far-Far-Away
Wednesday, April 10, 2013






(For Music)




What sight so lured him thro' the fields he knew

As where earth's green stole into heaven's own hue,

Far-far-away?




What sound was dearest in his native dells?

The mellow lin-lan-lone of evening bells

Far-far-away.




What vague world-whisper, mystic pain or joy,

Thro' those three words would haunt him when a boy,

Far-far-away?




A whisper from his dawn of life? a breath

From some fair dawn beyond the doors of death

Far-far-away?




Far, far, how far? from o'er the gates of birth,

The faint horizons, all the bounds of earth,

Far-far-away?




What charm in words, a charm no words could give?

O dying words, can Music make you live

Far-far-away?


Alfred Lord Tennyson

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