Get out in the park 

Before you go home to trouble
Take a walk in muddy puddles
Seagulls stalk the sodden turf
And people hurry off to work
We makes a way through weather
And the idle ghosts we tether
But in the park its all set free
An empty sky, a bare black tree
And rising up in wind and rain
The daffodils are back again.

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