A man has Dreams, diatonic

by Richard Sherman , Robert

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6    5    -4  4     5    6 5      4 -3 -4
My world was calm, well ordered, exemplary

 3    -3   -4   -5-5    -5   -5-5  5   -4  4
Then came this person, with  chaos in her wake
 
 6   5  -4   4    -3 4 -4   5   4   -5   -5   4
And now my life's ambitions go with one fell blow

-4     5   6  -6 6   5    5   4
It's quite a bitter pill to take



You've got to grind, grind, grind
At that grindstone
Though child'ood slips like sand through a sieve
And all too soon they've up and grown
And then they've flown
And it's too late for you to give