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The sound of footsteps in the street
Like a surging river
The crowds are the water
The noises heard like wind
Does anything they meant?
Turmoil has been roaring around the world
Should we also live in the swirled?
Think about it! When we are
So quietly parking in our little harbor
To me, to you, do all them really matter?
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