Outside my window is a tree. Outside my window is a tree. There only for me. And it stands in the gray of the city, No time for pity for the tree or me.
There is a world of pain In the falling rain Around me.
Is there a reason for today? Is there a reason for today? Do you remember? I can hear all the cries of the city, No time for pity for a growing tree.
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