Every three months I have to turn
The great jade plant in my window
Completely around so the dark side
Has time in the sun and moonlight
Even a plant has to face the bombs
Always falling somewhere in the world
A delicate operation without losing a leaf
But not so much for mothers and children
I have to tell you world this great jade
Is looking you right in the face now
Its white and green leaves reach
Through centuries its arms to you
I have turned it so it can sing again
Even if feebly its courage song
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