Cowboy Junkies Darkling Days
The beautiful is not chosen
The chosen becomes beautiful
The beautiful is not chosen
The chosen becomes beautiful
Please do not forsake me now
Sparkling gone with darkling days
I drift at times I know it's true
But I always drift on back to you
The beautiful is not chosen
The chosen becomes beautiful
I have never tired of
Manna falling from above
When conscious thought
Meets careless heart
And two lost souls find one fresh start
Lie with me upon the earth
Feel it's curve beneath our spines
Soon we'll follow it around
One lost soul finally found
The beautiful is not chosen
The chosen becomes beautiful
These are known as darkling days
Rhyming schemes gone askew
Crackling gifts of light and air
Exploding words ours to share
Ours to share the beautiful is not chosen
Ours to share the chosen becomes beautiful
Ours to share the beautiful is not chosen
Ours to share the chosen becomes beautiful
Ours to share the beautiful is not chosen
Ours to share the chosen becomes beautiful
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