Göran Gustafsson Biography

When the end of road is near, when time is moving fast
When everything is added up, and the last of dies is cast
From the silent garden of despair, my voice is crying out
Take this cup away from me and release my mind from doubt
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In the early morning darkness
When time was yet to come
In frozen air suspended
The word was fast a-sleep
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I am hanging in the balance
At a place we call mankind
Between the wisdom of the heart
And the reason of my mind
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I see the beauty in the mornin' dew
I see the beauty in the rainbow's hue
And in the colours of the deep blue skies
I see the beauty of my true love’s eyes
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I was given this book a long time ago
Reading it now has become rather slow
Behind every beautiful word of gold
I can sense some kind of cold
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