There on the threshold below to the garden
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In front of the rest of the city that ends at the
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Banks of the river and stretches back to me and
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Holds a square patch of backyard where I¡¯m looking at
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Bunches of children, some fixed at their parents,
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Take colorful strings draped cross branches of lemon and
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Orange emit from the ends of it seem like
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A galaxy cupped in a leafy red canopy
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(And I feel the breezes blow, pushing storms on my arms,
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I'm out on the tips of spires, you can stare into the sea)
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Tantrum Barb
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| Animal Collective |
