| I went for a walk
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| And now I feel a difference
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| Imagine, a moment
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| That the trees and the shades are displaced
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| All of a sudden
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| The world unravels before you
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| The controlled destruction
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| Of the walls, the fence, the washing line
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| I don’t say anything as it’s not my place to say
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| But nobody else will tell you
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| I had determined
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| The forest was a border, infinite
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| But now I feel my place is wider because of it
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| And in the nearer thickets
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| Of paths and avenues
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| There was so much to bend with
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| To break and magnify
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| There is so much to see
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| Understand and set free
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| That nobody else could tell you
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| All those circles you see
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| Can just be so enveloping
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| But nobody else will tell you otherwise
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| There is no banality
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| Within your vicinity
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| But nobody else will tell you
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| All those circles you see
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| Can be so enveloping
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| But nobody else will tell you —
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| Nobody but you can tell you |