The Song Goes On

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I am only one of my many mouths
And at that the one that will be still the soonest
Much stands behind me I stand here like a tree
Much stands behind me I stand here like a tree
And the song goes on beautiful
The song goes on beautiful
The song goes on beautiful
The song goes on beautiful
I am the rest between two notes
Which always seem to be clashing
Because deaths note wants to climb over
But in the dark interval reconciled
They must stay there trembling
And deaths note wants to climb over
And the song goes on beautiful
The song goes on beautiful
The song goes on beautiful
The song goes on beautiful