I am waiting by the trees
Feeling the breeze,
Feeling the ache in the
Wind, where love will
Win, will fight, will it take a hold
Of me, the trash that piles around
My trashcan, you apprehend, you
Comprehend me, come to me,
Come to all who are weary,
Come and let love win,
Let love be the measure of
A man’s success

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