Take time for your brother, lend a courteous ear
From one man to another, from today to next year
When the winds break or bend all who stand in their way
Who will you turn to if not to dismay?
The groaning of a bough on a long-slanting tree
Is the sad voice that now comes begging for me
And it echoes in my mind, resonating anew
Pay mind, you may find I
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