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Going where the sun is out
Going where the leaves are down
Holding with my head inside
Holding with my hands aloft
I like all these pictures
Alight in your fingers
Looking at my ceiling
Holding where the sun is down
I'll go with my face in the clouds
Go to where the sea is dark
Walking to the job review
I've got all these secrets
I've got all these coffee cups
Flowers and the people
Loving and so soft to touch
I'll keep walking down the steps to
Places hidden, books with no words
Televisions, violins
Silent sitting in their corners
I'll read on you, will you remember
In my closet, out in the attic
I'm so worn and losing fingers
I'm so worn in hands and fingers
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