| He lived alone
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| With his books and his records and his telescope
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| With all the doors locked
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| Days piled upon each other one by tedious one
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| Until the pressure finally created a diamond like thought
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| And he was instantly sad
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| Ive read every book
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| Ive heard every song
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| And Ive seen every star from the safety of my bedroom
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| And i am empty
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| In defeat he slumped forward with his eyes still pressed against the telescope
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| Just then his lungs began to expand
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| He blinked rapidly
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| Alternating his eyes between squinting
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| And making his eyes as wide as saucers
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| He cried out, of course
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| With all the hours spent looking up
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| It never crossed his mind to veer straight ahead
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| He spent days upon days taking it all in
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| He say children grow to become men
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| And men grow to become fools
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| He saw hope, beauty, war, strength, weakness, chaos, stillness
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| He watched until he could recite each scene from memory
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| Eventually he wrote his own books about what he saw
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| And he made his own songs about what he thought he had heard
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| Until almost he himself believed what he was creating to be true
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| Until lie upon lie piled on top of itself
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| Until the pressure finally created a pearl-like thought
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| He spoke to the world
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| Ive seen all of your lives
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| And Ive heard all of your conversations
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| And i am hungry
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| In frustration
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| He dropped to his knees
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| And began to bang his head against the old wooden door
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| Of course he cried out
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| And without hesitation
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| Ha stood up
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| Put on his coat and hat, and turned the knob
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| But before hid first step even hit the ground
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| He was faced with the most unexpected of emotions
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| One that he could only figure to be
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| What his favorite books and records refer to as love
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| Where are you going? |
| she asked him
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| I don’t know
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| Me too she smiled
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| Ill take you there, she extended her tiny hand
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| And swept him away with her
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| They walked until their feet bled
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| During their journey she told him all the places she had been
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| And all the people she had met along the way
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| A new emotion began to unfold inside of him
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| One he thought he had overheard in a conversation looking through his telescope
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| It was the word fear
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| Why would she choose me? |
| he thought
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| I know so little
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| Not wanting to lose her interest
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| He began telling her stories he thought she might be impressed by
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| But all they did was make her question his strength and ability to battle the
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| enemies
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| That she knew would surely jump out at them one day
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| But she still kept her faith in him and they continued walking
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| What amazing things they saw
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| They danced in dark caves
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| Warmed their faces by the brightest of fires
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| And played with brilliant children in the blue Spanish sea
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| But even amidst all that gorgeousness
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| Their hands began to slip
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| First from palms, then to fingertips, then to nothingness
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| They stood still
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| She faced south, and he faced west
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| He called out to her
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| I’m leaving now, and i blame you for the state we’re in
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| And through all of our adventures Ive done nothing wrong
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| And though you’ve taught me how to breathe
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| I’m taking my new voice and leaving you hear with nothing
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| She looked back and cried out to him
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| We drew a map together that you promised you would follow with me
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| I too am scared
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| Especially after you stole my strength and made it your own
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| But i am still reaching for your hand
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| Knowing it will fit more perfectly than ever
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| If you will only reach back to me
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| But he didn’t reach back, he was vain and confused
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| He tried to make a new map, but he didn’t know where to put the X anymore
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| So he walked in circles
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| He lost his rhythm
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| He froze by the fire
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| And he drowned in the sea
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| He made himself what he had feared the most
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| Incomplete
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| And even though the decision was his, and his alone
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| He blamed her for that too
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| But the whole time she followed him
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| Looking for fallen twigs and fresh footprints to see where he was going
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| But all he left in his path were messages written in the dirt with a broken
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| stick
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| Scrawled lies of anger and shifted blame
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| Until one day he wrote the word help when he needed her most
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| But by then she had stopped trying to read his thoughts
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| And make sense of his misery |
| So he headed back to where he started
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| Back to his books and his records and his telescope
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| Battered and broken
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| He finally reached the edge of his street
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| Only to find her waiting for him
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| And upon seeing her soft smile
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| He immediately knew what he had done
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| He knew what he had lost
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| He knew how sorry he was
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| For the first time she was real to him
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| They sat and spoke about everything they should have
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| In the beginning of their story
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| And through all the tears he learned that she had been walking her entire life
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| And that she wasn’t waiting for him to go into the world with her at all
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| No, she was in fact waiting for him to invite her into his house
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| So she could read his books, hear his records and look through the telescope
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| Behind the safety of his locked door
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| What a fool he thought
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| I didn’t realize that with all this time i spent looking out this window
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| You were right there looking back at it
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| At me, at this, at us
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| I already had what you had been traveling these roads searching for
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| She crumbled under the weight of hearing her own truth
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| And through their honesty
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| They were both as strong as they can be
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| And now under the relief of each note of forgiveness
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| No thought appeared to them, just a feeling
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| And he whispered to her
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| Ive seen your efforts
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| And i can feel your love for me
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| And i am whole
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| I still have places to visit and mistakes to make in private
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| But take my home and make it your own
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| Recite lines from my favorite books in the garden
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| Hear the songs closest to my life while you sleep in my bed
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| And look through me waving at you through my telescope
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| He raised his hand and he rested it on her chest
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| And he drew an X across her heart
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| Of course he thought
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| He slowly closed the old wooden door
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| And he locked it behind him |