| Patience and grace
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| There will be good days
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| And when there aren’t
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| Your thoughts will make your hands
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| Make things that make others take a stand
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| But until then, please hold my hand
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| And remember
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| This too shall be reclaimed
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| It all starts with the weed between the paves
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| Roots and time will move concrete and iron
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| And ivy and water will loosen any mortar
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| All that man has built will crumble down to silt
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| And all of this will again be green space
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| This too shall be reclaimed
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| Fearless and brave
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| Spaces should feel safe
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| And when they don’t
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| Your mind will make your feet
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| Make paths that play your distinctive beat
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| But until then please sit by me
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| And remember
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| This too shall be reclaimed
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| It all starts with the weed between the paves
|
| Roots and time will move concrete and iron
|
| And ivy and water will loosen any mortar
|
| And all that man has built will crumble down to silt
|
| And all of this will again be green space
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| This too shall be reclaimed
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| This too shall be reclaimed |