Sitting on a wall
This minute will pass
Beneath the leaves that fall
Slowly grows the grass;
This hour, this time
Will surely melt away
The stars will climb
And we will lose today;
But for a while we are here
Just sitting on a wall
The way ahead is clear
Our hopes stand proud and tall;
And this moment, this space
Belongs to you and me,
Tomorrow not even a trace
On the wild wind blowing free.
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