by Gail Collins and Felix Pappalardi



Outside my window is a tree.

Outside my window is a tree.

There only for me.

And it stands in the gray of the city,

No time for pity for the tree or me.



  There is a world of pain

  In the falling rain

  Around me.



Is there a reason for today?

Is there a reason for today?

Do you remember?

I can hear all the cries of the city,

No time for pity for a growing tree.



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