Do you remember the man in the park sitting on a bench.
Dirt on his clothes, torn and worn out giving off a stench.
A child was next to him, dressed in all white, opening her wings.
The flowers in the clearing just raised their heads
And filled him with fragrance.
Writer(s): Peter Szalay, Zoltan Farkas, Janos Tarnoc, Csaba Bese, Andras Keleti, Marton Szinovszki
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