| Now the wind of change is blowing through the towers
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| And the hard rain’s pouring down
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| And the face of man has turned into a glower,
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| And he’s forced to scheme to keep his limited powers
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| And the not-so-strong are merely made to cower
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| But there’s a springwind, springwind blowing through the bamboo leaves
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| Springwind, springwind blowing through the bamboo leaves
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| Yet the spirit of man growing ever higher every time he plants a field
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| To grow and to sow, again he’s repeating, recreating what he feels
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| The lives of a farmer, the lives of a doctor should be running parallel
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| Shrewd politicians meet wealthy morticians and do they really burn in hell?
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| Come a springwind, springwind blowing through the bamboo leaves
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| Springwind, springwind blowing through the bamboo leaves
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| Take a world and then you fill it full of peoples
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| And the force of life is bound to go shatteringly forward
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| Make a law for man, it doesn’t work for mayhem
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| But the task at hand is so unbearably rewarding
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| And as we see the change is not so crawling
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| 'Cause there’s a springwind, springwind blowing through the bamboo leaves
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| Springwind, springwind blowing through the bamboo leaves |