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I have seen |
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Familiar things |
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With spaces between |
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The soft memories |
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But you remind |
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Put the reference in place |
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Like you point out our house |
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From a high space |
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The companion |
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Ransoms the null of your voice |
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Calling on |
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The bygone |
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The animals that run round your legs |
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You command with the weight |
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Of your voice |
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Obeyed |
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Or bent and prayed |
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Giving homage |
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And the mantras |
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All singing the song of companion |
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That's hanging on to your voice |
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Calling on |
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A pardon |
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I have seen familiar things |
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With soft memories |
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To be summoned |
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By the companion |
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That's hanging to |
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Your voice |
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Calling |
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On |
