Who will count the fields of pumpkins
The feasts and forgotten presents
The bell going off at the end
The hearts and flowers the fireworks
The funerals and beaches
Who will tally up the weddings the divorces
The car crash near misses
The bumpings into someone on the street
The shifting-shuffling of the feet
Who will read to us another story
Not the one we want to hear
Who will sing to us of glory
Not the song we heard last year
Not the empty hope of fear
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