N Jacob

c\'est la vie

See stars falling from the sky,

To be lolling waves whereby,

Mizzle watering the ways,

Oh so chagrin,

Of my sinning days,

Suspended like the hase,

Forever flowing the ablaze,

Floating for my atrin,

Away from my sinning days,

See stars falling from the sky,

To be lolling waves by nigh.