| Looking at your dress
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| I notice how the patterns change
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| When the light hits it a certain way
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| Seeing different shapes of words becoming sentences
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| Though I still can’t make out what they say
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| A thousand years from now
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| I wonder if they’ll wonder how
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| The world looked to you and me
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| The continents will change
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| And islands rearrange
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| And float away
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| And maybe fall into the sea
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| And maybe fall into the sea
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| Falling out of trees are kites and paper airplanes
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| That float away and never touch the ground
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| The sidewalk starts to move
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| The buildings crashing down
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| And no one seems to notice if it makes a sound
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| A thousand years from now
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| I wonder if they’ll wonder how
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| The world looked to you and me
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| The continents will change
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| And islands rearrange
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| And float away
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| And maybe fall into the sea
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| All this time is so much time
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| And there are reasons that we’ll never see
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| All this time is so much time |