Squeezed in decided ground
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Squarely the distance goes round and round
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Overly shown in a drowned patchy place
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The lock on the dreamy door is a waste
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Open and down the sheltered steps
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You'll find new places where thoughts are kept
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Make sure you're small, make sure you're thin
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Where the width and the height begin
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Fake is a state, tears on a cake
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Where the width and the height take shape
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Escaped in a train to somewhere green
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Where window cleaners clean and cream
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Taste this unusual crop that I've picked
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Find future in things to say
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Grown some taste and go away
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Love's in your pocket so don't kiss the air
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The make-up room it isn't real
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Belts drape chairs, wet clothes reveal
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Out from this book
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There's a picture you can peel
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But felty walls won't mean the pool is smooth
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The Width and the Height
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| Marty Willson-Piper |
