There is a woman lives in midtown Manhattan
And the lines in her face seem to speak
She forgives all the loved ones who put them there
And her tears will be washed to the sea
I'm not a man you might call optimistic
Sometimes it pains me to see what I see
But truth is a river that is sober and slow
And tears will be washed to the sea
And tears will be washed to the sea
From Ashes and Light
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