Winds Over the City
Let the bastards talk
You'll overcome them
When you keep your eyes
on the prize
Let the leaves fall
where they will
Only those with foresight
will be able to discern
what you
are after
The years come and go quickly
Let us gaze through
the windmills of our minds
Light streaming down
from the sky
indicates
that the coming generations
will find joy and laughter
greater than we have known
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