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Growing up and old in the rich and slightly wildered jigsaw valley,
Let me catch your hand Let our smile run across the quay, And so on, until the dawn Takes the night to its prom And a sleepy puppy Hides from sun rays.
In this small world where we live in, Where "busy" is the only word leaving our mouths, Where our feet are stuck in the past, Is there any path towards the future? Without any thought about our actions,