SCOUTS SEARCH TOO FAR, FALL, WAIT, BRIGHT MARKS FORMING INTO "E"s. WAITING,
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WATCHING ICEBERGS MELT OUTSIDE AND I AM THINKING ABOUT GOING OUT. BLACK AND RED,
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BI-COLORED STREETS. WONDERING WHERE THIS TOWN ENDS AND THE NEXT ONE BEGINS,
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THE ROADS WE FOLLOW NEVER END. I WONDER WHEN YOU'RE ALONE IF YOU'RE REALLY AS HIGH
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AS A CLOUD OR YOUR HEART COMES UNDONE WITHOUT MEND.
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Jumping Gardens And Passing Streets
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