Hope Tomorrow

Where we live spring comes early
Trees in bloom when the northern country
Is covered in snow

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A windy fitful day in winter
Charging toward the Ides of May
The climate now is cling to splinters
We hold hands while we work and play
And hope tomorrow is a sunny day

Where we live men are women
Women are teenage boys
And everyone wants to look like them,
But be like men

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Rubens would have loved you
And painted you that way
With your pen and paper,
Paying quiet attention to a lady with a plastic face
So thin, so thin she might blow away

And a windy fitful day in winter
Charging toward the Ides of May
The climate now is cling to splinters
We hold hands while we work and play

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