Knock and I’m knocking,

hum and I’m humming.

With song in the air,

you sing and I’m singing.

Wet wind blows in silver skies;

I’m not going to lie,

for more than rain or dew I’m asking.

Step by step on stumbling;

earning comfort for the grave,

these feet keep on moving. 

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