for the windmills in the wind
and theres grass in the sky
sullen and dark
but I dont see tomorrow
ok maybe day after
even after I cry
smoke's crawling in the street
but there is enough
its enough I insist
to eat, the trees
are still blooming
the bees are still moving
the forges are all cold
but we get mornings
this morning is slow
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