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I used to watch the lights of the city growand cast all else in shadowWhen did the forest become a backgroundand birds become propsI won't live in the..
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Your voice is pushing too hard
Trying to give birth to my dreams
In this world of walls and fences
I’m constantly climbing
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In Older days,green,grand and redwood highBorn of earth and bloomingHumbly thin, tenaciously stoutPride of the oakHolding on to growing dreamsThe preg..
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