Where are you?
I've been searching high and low,
Are you in the backyard? Are you in the ville?
Will I find you in the blue? Will I find you in the hue?
Walk across harvested field.....
Oh, I found a pail, but it has already filled;
I tried to fill, but only allow to fill in some fro,
no use, it blown away when wind starts to blow...
Walk across the flowing river....
Oh, I found a pail, but the pail is cracked;
I tried to fill, and I saw a tack,
no use, it seeped away and I had a setback...
Pail, pail oh pail...
Not only fro, not only trail would I want to fill,
not only song, not only joy would I want to feel,
my heart and soul......where could they still?
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