Little Big Things
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Isn’t it strange,
All the people you see.
While they laugh and they dance,
While they believe they are free.
Hey there now, pretty smile
Don’t you wish to run away?
Laugh in the sun,
It's strings thrumming through another chord
Or the sweetest notes trilling into dense, listening ears
It's walking into weather that reflects your minds pondering
And shoring up warbling songs of the wild to yourself
