| Willow, where are you hiding now?
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| Willow, where are you hiding now?
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| In the dappled light, deep in the trees
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| The spiders and the centipedes
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| Crawl across your hands, across your knees
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| Willow, do you walk across the sand?
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| Willow, do the waves crash and fall?
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| And their fingers tickle at your feet
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| And pull a little as they retreat
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| Do you feel the rushing forward
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| Though you’re standing still?
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| Willow, are we rushing forward, are we standing still?
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| Willow, are we rushing forward, are we standing still?
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| Willow, do you crouch among the rooftops?
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| Willow, listening to the city wheezing?
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| And your dreams, they stretch beyond the clouds
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| And past the moon, into the stars
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| Do you feel the rushing forward
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| Though you’re standing still?
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| Willow, are we rushing forward, are we standing still?
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| Willow, does this love hold a destination?
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| Willow, do you feel the wind run through your hair?
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| Willow, do you feel the sun upon your back?
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| A lover’s hand?
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| A breath
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| An abyss |