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innocence Under the sun, I sit by the tree
watching the clouds pass above me
drifting along the stars in the sky
wishing someday that I can fly
Time rushes through the window
again, Im gently moving through with the flow
yet the river has gotten much deeper
And the mountain I climb, seems to be steeper
So I lay down, feeling unknown
The dream has gone, the bird has flown
