What's it worth to me To wave at the people I Know coming down my Street at the start of the day When things started off With two strangers At the edge of the lake And a fire pastel in the Foreground
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What's it worth to me To wave at the people I Know coming down my Street at the start of the day When things started off With two strangers At the edge of the lake And a fire pastel in the Foreground