But even then we laugh and sing all day.
We jumped and then the wind picked up and blew
Us up from where we were to where we stay
Right now. Just us with everyone we know;
With those who with the wind cling and remain,
Who fly with every wind and every blow,
And pour from every cloud and every rain.
It seems that we're impervious to storm,
Though wet and worn from all that poured on down.
Our flesh is cold; our hearts are keeping warm,
Because we've both acknowledged what we've found.
So even if today we haven't done a thing,
It means we're somewhere, finding songs to sing.
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