| Isn’t it poetry
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| Isn’t it poetry
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| Words forces into space
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| I finally know the way
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| I follow works most days
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| Hazel Avenue
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| If lies are blue
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| The truth feels grey
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| Isn’t it poetry
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| Singing a harmony
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| Singing a harmony
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| To words that I misplace
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| Strawberry blond and free
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| To follow words away
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| Hazel Avenue
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| The lines were true
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| Somehow erased
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| Isn’t it poetry
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| Isn’t it poetry
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| Turn your leaves towards heaven
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| Trap your blooms
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| It’s a sign the flood is coming soon
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| Our eyes filled with water to, back to
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| I hope someone saves you, saves me too
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| From all of this poetry
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| Isn’t it poetry
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| Isn’t it poetry
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| Isn’t it poetry
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| When you think you’ve had too much
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| There’s still more to come
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| It all keeps adding up
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| When you think you’ve had too much
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| There’s still more to come
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| Keep your heart full of love |