Earliest days, in calm and misty dawn
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I can reach so far above my head with my height.
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And I feel fit for fight,
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With my pace I break out the light,
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And the cool wind strengthens me to walk on by.
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But, so far beyond my pace,
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I watch you run over and make me feel foreign inside.
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And don’t ever call again
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I want seven undone days.
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A revolt of my force inside.
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Thoughtful, early autumn-days, a chestnut in my palm
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as I open my lover’s eyes to see if they still shine.
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Though I feel fit for fight,
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and my pace can break out the light,
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I need more to make me feel all right.
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Hollywood
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| Blue Foundation |
