| Look at these trees
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| Look at this grass
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| Look at those clouds
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| Look at them now
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| And look at them now
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| Now, look at them now, look at them now
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| Take a closer look
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| Take a closer look
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| Study the raindrops on the leaves
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| Study the raindrops on the leaves
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| Study the ants on the ground
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| I am, all over the place
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| Study the ground, the brown, porous topsoil
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| I am, out of place
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| Its softness, the mushrooms
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| I am, elsewhere
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| And the strange blue flowers that grow near them
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| Study this and ask yourself: «Where is God?»
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| Oscillating
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| Back and forth and round and up
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| Avoiding the loops of the mind
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| This place doesn’t know
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| Look at me
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| This place doesn’t care
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| I feel tender in the elsewhere
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| About the holy scriptures or how to pronounce, and live by, the ecclesiastical
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| In the dark, a sudden empathy
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| This is a no-man's land
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| I am, threatening to some
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| This is a no-God's land
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| Like an empty body
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| Look at those trees again
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| Must be explained
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| Look at the bark
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| But not explored
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| Look at their height
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| Are they not darker than the trees you know?
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| I am, making room for tenderness
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| Are they not smaller?
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| TMI, bb, TMI, baby
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| Listen to the wind and the rattling leaves
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| Making room for lovers
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| It’s whispering a pagan psalm
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| Back and forth and round and up
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| Avoiding the loops of the mind, mind
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| Back and forth and round and up
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| Avoiding the loops of the mind, mind
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| To become the untamed, smooth and muscular
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| Like lions of the mind, mind
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| I am, elsewhere
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| I am, all over the place
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| Making room for lovers |