Wind




wind blows cold

man feels old

leaves can fly

man can die

too much hate

love's too late

no one's here

except fear

in our mind

lives mankind

can't come out

won't come out

life's too long

with no songs

that's too sad

that's too bad

can't one see

no one's free

one and one

can make none

too much hate

love's too late

no one's here

except fear

in our mind

lives mankind

can't come out

won't come out

life's too long

with no songs

that's too sad

that's too bad

can't one see

no one's free

one and one

can make none

wind can kill

mankind's will

leaves will fall

won't we all



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