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Looking at the world around, |
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For the very first time. |
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Never seen it all before, |
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Hope it's not all mine. |
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On Monday morning all alone, |
| [00:27.20] |
I woke within my house of stone. |
| [00:30.38] |
I ventured forth unto the day, |
| [00:33.27] |
These things I saw upon my way. |
| [00:36.40] |
Trees and flowers were wrapped around, |
| [00:39.24] |
With people's castoffs on the ground. |
| [00:42.42] |
Roads and noise of glass and steel, |
| [00:45.55] |
And people snared within the wheel. |
| [00:48.49] |
Tuesday looked into the sky, |
| [00:51.48] |
Where birds in peace were left to fly. |
| [00:54.561] |
Thunder rolled and lightning flashed, |
| [00:57.565] |
I watched the world as people dashed. |
| [01:00.574] |
Friday's sadness began to creep, |
| [01:03.572] |
Upon me like the deepest sleep. |
| [01:06.580] |
It seemed that only I could see, |
| [01:10.24] |
Just what my world would finally be. |
| [01:13.08] |
On Sunday back inside my room, |
| [01:16.21] |
I draw the blinds, 'tis afternoon. |
| [01:19.16] |
I let my mind find its own ways, |
| [01:22.29] |
Farewell to future days. |
