All day, since your haircut in the morning,
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you have looked like a painting, even more than usual.
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We are in the wind, planting the maples.
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We meet an older man who seems to know
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I miss my dad.
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And he smiles through the limbs.
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We talk easily with him
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until the rain begins.
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This is the brotherhood of man.
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Waiting at the airport on my suitcase,
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a girl traveling from Spain became my sudden friend,
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though I did not learn her name.
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And when the subway dimmed
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a stranger lit my way.
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This is the brotherhood of man.
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I never can say what I mean
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but you will understand,
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coming through clouds on the way.
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This is the brotherhood of man.
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Brotherhood of Man
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| Innocence Mission |
