wash it , wash it
all that dust and grime
all I wonder, where it goes
and come back again in time
dance on , dance on
all those rain drops and wind chimes
all I wonder, there goes the past
allowing it to flow is not a crime
soak it, soak it
all those earthy smells and children's rhymes
all I wonder, this may not last longer
as demands of present are at their primes
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