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Things I Cannot Reach
Familiar smell hits my nose
Yes!
It's a potato lying in the ash
Im cleaning the clean corridor
Then, where'd this smell come from?
Familiar voice hits my ears
Yes!
It's the water flowing in the creek
Im singing the choir in my hive
Then, where'd this voice come from?
Familiar figure flashes through
Yes!
It's the girl asked me the road
Im choking in all these names
Then, where'd this figure come from?
I must seize them
I must tie them tight and firm
They must be as near as me
Always reachable
available!
Yes!
It's a potato lying in the ash
Im cleaning the clean corridor
Then, where'd this smell come from?
Familiar voice hits my ears
Yes!
It's the water flowing in the creek
Im singing the choir in my hive
Then, where'd this voice come from?
Familiar figure flashes through
Yes!
It's the girl asked me the road
Im choking in all these names
Then, where'd this figure come from?
I must seize them
I must tie them tight and firm
They must be as near as me
Always reachable
available!
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