| After all the dreams started
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| Words just showed up on the page each day
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| Looking for some company
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| A single point on which
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| To rest their heads paralyzed
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| And squeaky clean dull and flat a bit of shade to slim
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| There was no sign
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| The change was fixed
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| Tumbling down in sympathy outsides
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| Run against the grain in streams
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| After all the dreams started
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| Words just showed up on the page each day
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| Speaking volumes out of turn upside down
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| Sinking into shade paralyzed
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| And squeaky clean dull and flat a bit of shade to slim
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| Looking for some company
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| A single point on which
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| To rest their heads
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| Dark and flat against the page
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| Wading deep in muddy shade
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| And the quiet of the change
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| When all the dreams started |