| Remote and resting in a grove
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| She removed a piece of paper from her pocket
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| Unfolding what used to be a crane
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| Just to prove a moment went by without talking
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| Then, in secret, she hid by the shore
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| Digging for something more
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| What lies beyond the curve? |
| I couldn’t stand to linger
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| Slow infinite crawl towards something I «deserve» …
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| Regardless of pleasures that she reaps
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| From wandering, destinations remain disconnected
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| Because staring out across the lake
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| Was but a wild distraction from what she neglected
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| In spite of encountering a lock
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| Why couldn’t I think to knock?
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| What lies beyond the curve? |
| I couldn’t stand to linger
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| Slow infinite crawl towards somewhere I belong …
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| From the quiet, there was the sound of rain
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| Comes and goes without knowing certain when
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| From the quiet, there was the sound of rain
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| Comes and goes without knowing certain when |