Alfred Castner King (Альфред Кастнер Кинг)

Life's Mystery

I live, I move, I know not how, nor why,
  Float as a transient bubble on the air,
As fades the eventide I, too, must die;
  I came, I know not whence; I journey, where?

1. Think Not That the Heart Is Devoid of Emotion
2. Humanity's Stream
3. To the Pines
4. Nature's Lullaby
5. The Spirit of Freedom Is Born of the Mountains

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