Look at where the wind is blowing
Look how dark the days are growing
Every day seems to be slowing
Look how fast the years are going
What is wrong with still not knowing
Every tear I cry is showing
Cannot dry when it is snowing
Ashes fall and dust is flowing
Like how when I fall below in
Closed within what I am owing
Not enough to start me throwing
All my toys like bricks with dough in
Come to life like pots to grow in
Plants to water, soon be showing
Reaping, duh duh dum dum, sowing
Shut the door before you go in
Nothing wrong with still not knowing
On that note I should be going
With the wind that still is blowing
Look how dark the day is growing
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