Sometime when I turn, the world turn
Right toward where I turn
It is beautiful to have it this way
I feel like I can make my day
It is all smooth and easy
I had it too simple, life is easy
Then I turned the other time but the world stood
While I turned, it was as a wood
It did feel bad to have it this way
I was weary I'd have a bad day
It was so tough, I was troubled
I was there, like some waters, troubled.
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