Watching the trees,
just watching the trees,
from my window, so pale,
The branches are moving,
like moody dancers;
They are free,
they are so free,
how they let the wind
change their shapes,
moving back and forth,
so rapidly,
so free...
I want to go to a Gond'land, where everything is Muzzy, maybe eatin' a few clocks and nothin' will be fuzzy
Towanda!
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