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Has our conscience shown? Has the sweet breeze blown? Has all kindness gone? Hope still lingers on. I dream myself of newfound pity, Sit alone in New York City and I don't know why Are we listening, To hymns of offering? Have we the eyes to see? Love is gathering. All the words that I've been reading, Have now started the act; I'm bleeding into one. So I walk up on high, And I step to the edge To see my world below. And I laugh at myself While the tears roll down 'cause it's a world I know Oh it's a world I know. Know, the world I know. |