Smoke and pass it on
it was not given to thee alone
show me a little kindness, maybe it will wipe my tears
blow me a kiss when I'm in pain
let the dew fall upon my shoulders
pass it on, let it travel down to generations
that which the world needs most is what we refuse to give
and how easily it's done but
they rather criticize me for the wrongs I did than to appreciate me for the right I've done
I'm not worried about the sun, the heat is my concerned
Confidential dream
Jane influence
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