If I'd fit on the windowsill
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I'd plant myself in your direction
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I would use the sun's energy
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To make this place your destination
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How dare I hate this space I occupy
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I'm left to my devices
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Turning to the light
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I'm waiting for the cue
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To beckon to the shoot
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And break the crust upon the soil
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Lack of light the iris expands
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My eyes absorb a power coming
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From beyond my dim room
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In my den amber and damp
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As if lit up by faith alone
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I've been more faithful than you know
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Windowsill
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| Tilt |
