Every road has an end
Going or coming you hurry
As if you're the last
When you go or come
Make haste slowly, my dear friend
For the world is not running away.
When you go or come
Look at the faces of people
If there's a tear, wipe it
And where there's a frown, put a broad smile.
Here where we stay
The world will be a better place
When a cheek is dry of tears
And a smile is planted
On the lips of melancholy
And begin the change of the world
Within your own heart.
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