A year here, a year there
So often I long for freer air
Yet pine here, there
A year is not small
Not short. Not when time’s all
We have, at times
So I look to tomorrow
Not to next year, next decade in sorrow
To tomorrow
And a bright sunrise
A year here, a year there
So often I long for freer air
Yet pine here, there
A year is not small
Not short. Not when time’s all
We have, at times
So I look to tomorrow
Not to next year, next decade in sorrow
To tomorrow
And a bright sunrise
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