Here comes the sun
And I'm fighting through this rage
The pavements passing faster
The grass is in a green rage
And I'm falling out of winds
I'm rushing through my words
And the things I want forgiven
Were just given to the birds
Count once, count twice,
Then let them all ride
I met the street car where the city
Just went ahead and died.
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