| A country crisp sunlight
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| Peaking through my window at night
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| A sour taste of spice
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| Floating through my living air supply
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| And earthy shoe untied
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| Dribbling sketches of a man in stride
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| A journey months behind
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| Taking in all that our time could bide
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| Amydst the mist I find there’s no escaping all the sadness that keeps on making
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| your time collide and tumble down
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| And in these faults of life I find you can avoid the crowded noise and scrape
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| off all your worlds foul resin
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| The candy cage of life
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| Wasting riches from our mothers eye
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| A tiny twist of dice
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| Bubbling through us like warm boiling ice
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| A static stage unwired
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| Drifting sweetly till their lives entwined
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| Four simple minds inspired
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| Creating potions from their souls combined
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| Amydst the mist I find there’s no escaping all the sadness that keeps on making
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| your time collide and tumble down
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| And in these faults of life I find you can avoid the crowded noise and scrape
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| off all your worlds foul resin
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| The creepy crunch of leaves
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| Walking on a path of broken seams |
| And than she strips my trees
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| Leaving nothing but a sharp stiff breeze
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| Amidst the mist I find
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| All the answers that life tries to hide
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| A blissful truth unkind
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| Scarring sweetly in my frame of time
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| Amydst the mist I find there’s no escaping all the sadness that keeps on making
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| your time collide and tumble down
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| And in these faults of life I find you can avoid the crowded noise and scrape
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| off all your worlds foul resin |