| You won’t be hungry
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| For the touch of others
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| Once you’ve found
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| The truth of one
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| Your eyes won’t dart around
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| And daring to discover
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| Maybe lovers
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| Friends or fun
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| You’ll see others as others
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| And one as boundless spring
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| Complete transfiguration is what the wild
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| Is bound to bring
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| Sweet memories
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| Of what is to come
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| Sweet memories
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| Of what is to be
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| The walls of your room become enough
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| The bounds of your town become extreme
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| Beyond which all ships fall into the sea
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| Trust me, man, that’s how it always seems
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| The one redraws the worlds for you
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| The one remakes all choices
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| The one drowns all errant sounds
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| All rumblings
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| Booms and voices
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| Sweet memories
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| Of what is to come
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| Sweet memories
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| Of what is to be
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| Where and how will you come to face
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| The one whom I describe
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| How and why will time and place
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| Fatefully coincide
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| When and where might you prepare
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| To let down all defences
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| To understand the one is there
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| To fuse, then lose all senses
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| You’ll just know |