In This World

Whether or not it ruins the palace of dreams, the winter storm, still, the nightingale sings its shining song. Whether or not it darkens the palace of dreams, the winter blizzard, still, the nightingale sings its shining song. Whether or not they raze the palace of dreams to the ground, the winter's thunder and lightning, the nightingale its shining song still sings sings in your garden...