There's just too many leaves,
High in the air there's a fairy
that wears a green carpet of life
From the farthest of nothing here matters
A verified company for letters
About the things he's done wrong
And laughs cause he's left
Believes in the song and he feels he belongs
in the realm of ancient times
he's an old, old -fashioned dreamer
He's a spiritual Aelon receiver,
by the name of Old Mataran
because he opened his mind
to the river of feathers and oak trees
While others were watching TV,
he would write, he would read,
he would play with the flowers,
about the things he's done wrong
And laughs cause he's left them behind
In the realm of ancient times
he's an old -fashioned dreamer
He's a spiritual elan receiver,
From the seed he had sown there
an army of beautiful fragrance.
though they missed human eyes,
cause the eyes of a man in this world
Still he sings them a song
About the things he's done wrong
In the realm of ancient times
He's an old, old -fashioned dreamer
He's a spiritual Laila and Receiver
By the name of Old Madaran
He's an old -time magic believer
He's a spiritual Laila and Receiver,
by the name of Old Madaran.
He's an old -time magic believer
By the name of O -N -M -A
He's an old -time magic believer
He's a spiritual Ley Line Receiver,
by the name of Old Mataran.
Then he started to say a word.
He said with a deep, soft voice.
And then he said, I get I say a word
and then somebody tiptoes in the treehouse.
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