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On a simple chair in the corner
Of an empty room, on a wooden floor
With nothing between hereAnd where I came from
Except for a girl waiting for a bus
With a leather knapsack
Over her shoulderAnd hope in her eyes
And enough beauty
To fill this empty room
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And like butterflies
Her eyes close
Then her soul stretches
Like paint in the rainShe breathes
Her arms fall up
Stretching up reaching
She moves the sunLike you
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