Below the road a dozen times now

Within the leeway, behind the sandhouse

The fascinating book of strings

Picks the leaves

That drift down between

Suns to lift up in between



They told some stories like you've never seen

Just about everything slips down in between

Mine to lift up and to follow

In the steps of fluids hollow

Without time we pick up all the streams

To find the leaves

That drift down in between

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