| I have problems of my own you know |
| But I manage to surmount them |
| And a woman I have grown you know |
| And around the wind is changing |
| She will billow in the day tied down |
| She looks so pretty, drawing water |
| Kitchen sun fishing middle of the spray |
| Now, forget those frightened stories |
| Of the massacres and tyrants |
| And we'll whistle past, we're happy |
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| Not to cover any silence |
| Feel the quiet, full of thinking |
| We can share some thoughts together |
| While we're falling out in eveningtime |
| When we're walking with the weather now |
| And around the wind is changing |
| She will billow in the day tied down |
| She looks so pretty, drawing water |
| Kitchen sun fishing the middle of the day |
| In the middle of the spray |
| In the middle of the day |
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