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I had to figure out how I got to this point – and why I was here
Where I went I would not go back
Today we fight back
It’s how we grow. Art’s a means to measure that growth
There was where we found ourselves when the mists cleared and so there’s where we stay
It is a part of the natural order of things
I liked being in the middle of nowhere
I took a deep breath
Can we go?
A single cloud had drifted by like a glacier in a calm sea
Then the breeze came
She resented the neighbors always brooding overhead
Probably there is already no turning back
Soon there will be no turning back
But I’m going whether you like it or not
The next day was even hotter
You’re not safe here
Forcibly occupying land
Then everybody went away
Some kind of weather coming
This was not something that one saw every day
Those were the best times in my life
A blue sky is as depthless as the sea
It was only Friday to Sunday evening that held the pleasures
What were you looking for?
Forgive me for running off like that
"You can’t just drop a bunch of rocks in a pile to make a stone wall"
The world is incredible at this time of day, isn’t it?
They were waiting for me at the end of the line
I was quiet a moment
All my life I’d been the one looking down on the world
I think it’s better to be up high
There was a slight, exquisite scar on her throat
I understand the depth of your feelings
He did not care about anything that had happened in that place
Something beneath the ground was attempting to dig upwards
I can’t tell you all my secrets so soon
Everything might get back to the way it was
So many people stayed in bed on cloudy days
He won’t be able to fall back asleep
I can remember being flooded with happiness once
I was there but was also everywhere
It is hours to go before you sleep
Isn’t it funny how we close our eyes and enter a strange world we’ve made up?
If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it
You think I don’t know how to walk when I want to walk?
There’re five or six kinds of black. Some silky, some woolly
You can’t leave me here on my own
Most people assumed it was just a stage-trick
We decided to see if we could make ourselves motionless

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