maybe
Slowly by slowly The seasons changed And in each, the man tried And in every try he failed And every fail his will subsided His seed in people was sown And the ripe was bitter His trust in them withered And in every season he reasoned Which was better, peace or people And as time passed he figured Maybe he just needed to be alone Maybe he was different And maybe Just maybe that was okay
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