Sitting in an empty house
On a simple chair in the corner
Of an empty room, on a wooden floor
With nothing between here
And where 
I came from
Except for a girl waiting for a bus
With a leather knapsack
Over her shoulder
And hope in her eyes
And enough beauty
To fill this empty room
A thousand times
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She ties her legs in a bow
And like butterflies
Her eyes close
Then her soul stretches
Like paint in the rain
She breathes
Her arms fall up
Stretching up reaching
She moves the sun
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