This is what I call beauty

 

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This is what I call beauty 

the sweet wind of the west 

the stars over my head 

and noises from the wood, in my ears 

This is what I call beauty 

the shapes of the old oaks 

looming up to the north

and my steps silently losing 

I don't have to think only 

of our misery 

'cause I've always known 

we are eternity 

I don't have to think only 

of my misery 

'cause I always can 

become a better man 

The nights of august are magic 

the falling of the stars 

the warmth so pleasant 

while I can find a rest, for my heart 

I don't have to think only 

of our misery 

'cause I've always known 

we are eternity 

I don't have to think only 

of my misery 

'cause I always can 

become a better man