Things are things, all and all.
A strong wind passes me by.
I hear a stranger by the wall,
In whispers singing a lullaby.
The trees are naked, is it fall?
I close my eyes, hope not to cry.
See the thing that are beautiful.
Stand up straight; put your head up high.
Watch it go by, isn’t that dull?
When deep inside, you know you can fly.
Go with the flow and expect to grow,
Travel the world, but come back and say hi.
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