nor do I trust the sweet honey bee's
or the nightingale's that sing
I can't trust anything that moves
nor the very shaking of the tree's
so forget the magnificent cypress
and the pine
a lesson in life
I don't trust a thing
not even the soft wind on my cheeks
and as I look up to the stars
I don't trust them either
is the sky falling down?
I stand still to see
clouds are moving fast
is the great moon winking at me?
is it my imagination
playing tricks to see?
I just don't trust a thing
and I don't know
if I ever really will again?
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