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Sat at my window watched the world |
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Wake up this morning |
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Purple sky slowly turning golden, |
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Distant elms so orange |
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You'd swear they're burning |
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All this flowing water |
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Has got my mind wandering. |
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Do you ever finally reach |
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A point of knowing |
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Or do you just wake up one day |
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And say, I am going? |
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What will I tell you |
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When you ask me why I'm crying |
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Will I point above |
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At the Red Tail gracefully soaring |
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Or down below where it's prey |
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Is quietly trembling? |
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Two thousand years ago Jesus is left there hanging. |
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Purple sky slowly turning golden. |
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Cowards at his feet loudly laughing. |
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Loved ones stumbling homeward |
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Their words reeling. |
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Red Tail above my head quietly soaring. |
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Waters turn from ice, creak is roaring. |
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He says, enough of all this shit I am going. |