How am I supposed to know
That the world will come to a grinding halt
And put life in a reverse gear
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How am I supposed to remember
That nature teaches life’s lesson
In its inimitable ways
No war to fight for
No revolution to dream of
Just art
In its small ways
Tuning the world
Of the flat keys
Of the flat keys
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And when the world starts
To play its music again
With the cicadas and the song thrushes
I wish you wait for me
I wish you wait for me
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