I watch you, through grieving trees*
As the leaves are lost,
I see strength, I see change,
I see costs
The cynic in me belongs to the outside world,
The best of me I keep, for my girl
I feel you beneath these weeds
How soft and right your touch,
I feel hope, I feel loss,
I feel too much
The cynic in me belongs to the outside world,
The best of me I keep for my girl

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