| Strange morning, and even stranger day.
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| I took my thoughts for a walk in the backyard.
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| Digging for dreams I found them buried there,
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| And in my mind I was a king.
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| Living lifetimes in a day,
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| In this fieldtown.
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| Dreaming high on warehouse roves,
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| Where lilies bend like men with broken backs.
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| Street cars come humming down
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| On pot-holed streets where our past
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| Is dead and lying.
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| Living lifetimes in a day,
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| In this fieldtown.
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| (Oh how we shudder beneath that sword)
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| It moved to me like music through a room and now,
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| Now I live for song.
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| Have heart and hang the past.
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| Quiet the softer side.
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| From here I go on laughing.
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| Quiet comes the end this time.
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| I’m finding system in these big thoughts.
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| I’m thinking thoughts that shake
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| The world that we all come from.
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| Living lifetimes in a day,
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| In this fieldtown. |