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all these dang trees everywhere
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2020-01-17
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can you reach the stars from here where we stand?
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you'll have to open your eyes first, and stretch out a hand
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and maybe, if you're lucky, the clouds will cede
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and the horizon you wanted will be yours to receive
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if you mind, can you please pass the milk?
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they say, in the outdoors, it tastes just like silk
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fine words- but revolting; my stomach churns like a pool
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delicacies do not go well with the worries of a fool
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what's on your mind? what's going on at home?
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have the police caught on yet that we've decided to roam?
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I wonder if Mother even cares where we are
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or if she's more concerned with the Spectacle, with interviews and news cars
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why does the sky have to be blue?
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why not gray to reflect a burgeoning city
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or green to reflect the mass amounts of trees here
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because that seems to be one of the only things here
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trees
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trees
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and more trees.
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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