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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 streches
Like paint in the rain
She breathes
Her arms fall up
Streching up reaching
She moves the sun

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Like you
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