In winter which is of snow
When the sun comes, a tad too slow
Two men meet for a cup of tea
And talk that the world isn’t right
And we must fight till we die
To bring a change as infinite as sea
To get the right thing and get the right done
They know they are two and yet alone
For none can give them a hand
In the world of filth that lives in money might
How can they hold on tight?
To what they think is right
Saying this, they part their ways
Hoping soon would come glorious sunny days
When the sun comes, a tad too slow
Two men meet for a cup of tea
And talk that the world isn’t right
And we must fight till we die
To bring a change as infinite as sea
To get the right thing and get the right done
They know they are two and yet alone
For none can give them a hand
In the world of filth that lives in money might
How can they hold on tight?
To what they think is right
Saying this, they part their ways
Hoping soon would come glorious sunny days
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