The faces pass and the places change,
Often I feel I'm all that stays the same.
But after stepping back and looking out,
I realized I've not got anything to worry about.
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60. No Worries
The faces pass and the places change,
Often I feel I'm all that stays the same.
But after stepping back and looking out,
I realized I've not got anything to worry about.