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A wind of change,
Decided that deeds needed renamed,
A movement of faith!
A tide of wreckage,
A ship of pain,
All in the promise of deeds renamed.
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A hope of tomorrow brings new light,
Just as the scarecrow has it's sight.
All in the promise of deeds renamed.
The soil so burned,
The earth so cold,
Just as we, ourselves grow old.
A wondrous smell,
Of nothing yet,
Reminds me of just what we get.
The tides of winter,
The winds of summer,
Brings to earth, a great new number!
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