| Whispered leaves on swaying trees
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| And mysteries define
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| Summer nights of endless light
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| Remind us of the line that’s yours and mine
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| Thoughts of green and breezes mean
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| I’m growing from a stem
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| Missing dirt on my T-shirt
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| You’ll move a little closer, but the moving isn’t over if it’s
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| Them and you and me, stringing electricity
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| And the rest of it is waiting under
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| When it overflows, taking us where no one knows
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| We remember when we fell into the trap
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| Midnight air is unprepared for
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| Thoughts we would condemn
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| Silence of the stars above in any other weather
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| We would try to stay together but it’s
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| Them and you and me stringing electricity
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| And the rest of it is waiting under
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| When it overflows, taking us where no one knows
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| We remember when we fell into the trap
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| Mothers and fathers without will doubt
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| Brother to brother another hold out
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| Imagine a world if the numbers would take some time out
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| Me without you and you without
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| I want to break out of this abstracting pattern of layers but it’s on |