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Looking at your dress, |
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I notice how the patterns change |
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As the light hits it a certain way |
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Seeing different shapes of words becoming sentences |
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Though I still can't make out what they say. |
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A thousand years from now, |
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I wonder if they'll wonder how |
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The world looked to you and me.. |
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The continents will change, |
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And islands rearrange, |
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Float away, |
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And maybe fall into the sea. |
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Falling out of trees are kites and paper airplanes |
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That float away and never touch the ground. |
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The sidewalk starts to move, |
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The buildings crashing down, |
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And no one seems to notice if it makes a sound. |
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A thousand years from now, |
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I wonder if they'll wonder how |
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The world looked to you and me.. |
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The continents will change, |
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And islands rearrange, |
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Float away, |
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And maybe fall into the sea. |
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All this time is so much time, |
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And there are reasons that we'll never see. |
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All this time is so much time, |
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And now it's happening to you and me. |
