From the first breath of sunlight, I could hear songs from the trees.
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All around the wilderness, melodies directed towards me. But when I sang
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along, they all changed their harmonies to hymns of persuasion. I was blown
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away with the leaves, and forced to a conclusion about the path ahead.
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I analyzed the consequences of the future of my direction.
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And I'll go until these bones don't go.
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If the sun is kind enough, I'll find a nice place to rest. Light will pour
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and rain on down as a song tied to her breath. In her words I could see a thoughtful
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line, if these bones don't go on, arrest me for a crime that I've perpetrated,
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and I'm who it's against. Living life in constant motion is the only way I'll
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be content.
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And I'll go until this body does not go.
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Busy Bees
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Fake Problems |