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the shadow of the island across the bay
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i see a boat move, i see it all the way
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from over here
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looking up, from my book
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looking out over the water
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it's no wonder
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that i am sick and lonely
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when i live
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afraid of my own company
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no sailing today on the lake
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so smooth, like metal, like gray
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i could disappear in to the water
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if only i wasn't so afraid
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bird feeder, outside the window
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there are bees drowning
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it's no wonder
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that i am sick and lonely
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when i live
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afraid of my company
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go away.
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i can see the sun on the trees
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up the mountain
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but you wouldn't know
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that it was summer
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except for those birds
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that are fighting
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and those bees
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that are drowning
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and that girl
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who is crying
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it's no wonder
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that i am sick and lonely
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when i live
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afraid of my own company.
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go away.
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Bird Feeder
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| Devon |
