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Past rows of red roofs,
I see past tall trees.
Blue sky's & dark clouds,
A dry but hot breeze.
Other places I've seen,
But here...
This connection.
Not the faces or things,
Day dreams or reflections.
It's like intersections are blending with junctions.
My mind,
My attention,
My memories all function.
So copasetic,
Like I feal this clearness.
I hope that you get it,
I hope that you hear this.
The valley,
The mountains,
Without the four seasons.
I'ld rather the drouts,
I've got my reasons.
My soul dry's for this place as I reach dor some Clenex,
I can't hide on my face,
My home is in Phoenix.
Japheth
I see past tall trees.
Blue sky's & dark clouds,
A dry but hot breeze.
Other places I've seen,
But here...
This connection.
Not the faces or things,
Day dreams or reflections.
It's like intersections are blending with junctions.
My mind,
My attention,
My memories all function.
So copasetic,
Like I feal this clearness.
I hope that you get it,
I hope that you hear this.
The valley,
The mountains,
Without the four seasons.
I'ld rather the drouts,
I've got my reasons.
My soul dry's for this place as I reach dor some Clenex,
I can't hide on my face,
My home is in Phoenix.
Japheth
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