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Walk with me

The winds themselves are calling

All the people of the streets

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Poet boy

Enough of all your lies

Sweet child

Your love is only fantasy

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Oh poet girl

What is it you need

Why should I believe in you

Just look at what you're doing

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Upon the ****** streets

Amid the paupers begging

And the old folks praying

To a god who died so long ago

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  Mad for glory 's sake

Not a thing worth saying

Yet on soap boxes
                               How we preach

Of the grace of yesterday

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Oh my god
                                               my ****** soul is faltering

How I would go home

If a home I might be seeing

Amid the hungry children

And the suffering

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On yes you and I

Come upon the possibility

Of a lasting love

Of a gentle future growing

Unto the light

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Well we might

Open hearts

And do it right

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Walk with me

The winds themselves are calling

All the people of the street