Joys Too Often Hollow Lyrics

Once upon a time
In a spinning wheel of rhyme
A dream was made and let astray
In the void of yesterday

O! How often times we yearn
For a life to soon return
Never focused on our treason
Of the ripe arriving season

O! Joys too often hollow
Too far-gone for one to follow
The purest form of sorrow
Is disdain for all to-morrow
Of joys too often wrong
In the penning of this song
Old language laid for one to wait and wallow
In joys too often hollow
We only let our minds run free In the dust they long to be
Naked stares of vital shame
For therе never comes a day

Thе exaggerated truth
Of a former fixed in youth
With all dog days on the rise
In their helpless vacant eyes

O! Joys too often hollow
Too far-gone for one to follow
The purest form of sorrow
Is disdain for all to-morrow
Of joys too often wrong
In the penning of this song
Old language laid for one to wait and wallow
In joys too often hollow

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