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He comes like rain. Like wind he goes
Wasting no one's time or tears
He bears the pain and takes the blows
As he walks out his lonely years
Although the wealthy share the spoils
Still the good times pass him by
They say he is too old to toil
And yet he's still too young to die
The road unwinds into the night
He lifts his bindle and moves on
And dark against the fading light
His frail form dwindles and is gone
Perhaps he'll pass this way again
And maybe not, for no one knows
It doesn't matter where or when
He comes like rain. Like wind he goes
Perhaps he'll pass this way again
And maybe not, for no one knows
It doesn't matter where or when
He comes like rain. Like wind he goes