Everybody's hungry,
Truth is hard to swallow,
If it's the same today,
How about tomorrow?
Everybody wonders
Can this place really last?
In the present moment
Living in the past.
Join hands by the river,
Watch water passing by
Onto the horizon
That thin line to the sky.
We all learn the hard way,
It is what we do here,
Part of the great spirit,
Part of the broken mirror.
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