If you hated musicnWould you be a mother with a family?nIf your songs weren't writtennWould I still get shivers from your silencenUntil tears are welled up in my eyelids?nnIf your duty wasn't earthlynWould you understand its beauty?nPlease do these things for me.nPlease know that you have held one thousand years (by one thousand fingertips).nnIf your words weren't charmingnWould they still sit on fences in my eardrums?nIf your voice was harmfulnWould it be a storm cloudnON the golden bay of summer's starting?nnIf I didn't know younI would not be nearly as inspired.nPlease do these things for me.nPlease know that you have held one thousand years (by one thousand fingertips).