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Is the world passing so quickly, gosh
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How Far Can You See?
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atoms, peculiar
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in summer I step outside
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I bring thee Proof
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or a morning fresh like a rhythm guitar
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A certain kind of Eden holds us thrall.
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Now that See you later and tomorrow are forgotten
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Just beyond first gaze could now be seen
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Here’s what I think I’m trying to say:
