| And so many days of longing now--
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| Why should it ever be this far?
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| Where I get frightened;
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| I could never gather birds enough to carry 'round your
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| Part.
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| But I see traces of your thoughts out here.
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| I see a sight; |
| I hear a sound.
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| My only comfort in the brittleness of days when I can
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| Hold what I just found.
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| In the untired eyes of the laughing child,
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| And the dirtiest sweater he owns.
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| Early sun warmed mine,
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| And all those life-like sins
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| That will pull out the memories to show.
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| not leavin' alone;
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| I’m not leavin' alone.
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| If just that weather-beatin' plane was here--
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| Haven’t seen it since I came.
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| Can only wonder if it’s near or in the skies
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| When this damn city sounds the same.
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| And sometimes I’m just a tangle in this trampled wheat.
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| Shirk a-like a losing dog.
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| If just tonight that I could be where you are near
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| And just forget where I am lost.
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| In the untired eyes of the laughing child,
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| And the dirtiest sweater he owns.
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| Early sun warmed mine,
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| And all those life-like sins
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| That will pull out the memories to show.
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| I’m not leavin' alone;
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| I’m not leavin' alone.
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| I’m not leavin' alone. |