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Go back
Alex
28 Dec 2003
I want to go back,
I want to return,
Simple huts and simple trees,
Boats with paddles, and blue skies,
Shrubs that don't die,
That listen to the wind.
The wind whales, and sings her cry,
She whispers and reminds me of yesterday,
I am still that which i was,
Maybe i am more.
Still, i want to go back,
I want to see the watch slow down,
The trees grow back,
Children stop and papers fly.
The music still plays,
Reminds us of the early days,
Reminds us of the pretty days,
But the music keeps changing,
The wind keeps blowing,
The huts are gone, but stone has been hewed.
Still, i want to go back,
I want to return.
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