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Oh, I have lived for ages I'm a thousand turns of tidesI'm a thousand wakes of springtime and thousand infant criesOh, a thousand infant criesI got sixteen hundred tigers now tied to silver stringsWhen they plowed in the pastures, oh the mighty heart will singOh, the mighty heart will singBut I'll always be blamed for the sun going down with a sighBut I'm the light in the middle of every man's fogI bend my arrows now in circles and I shoot around the hillIf I don't get you in the morning, by the evening I sure willBy the evening I sure willBecause I'm the fire on the mountain you have lit up in your dreamBut also water on the fountain you could send myself on meYou could send myself on meBecause I'll always be blamed for the sun going down with a sighBut I'm the light in the middle of every man's fogAnd no I never meant to say these words but yes you ought to knowThat the dark in what I've always been, it will not ever goNo it will not ever goSongtexteAnd for so I lived a thousand years, a thousand turns of tidesJust a thousand leaves in autumn and a thousand ways to tryOh, a thousandIt's just a thousand ways to tryWays to try Aus Songtexte Mania