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Im heading straight where I never go
Theres no more hiding in these folios
Each page has known what the first one showed
Therere still three more hours of sunlight
And in this dream of a cottage on a hill
There was no view of the life that makes it real
Here in May and only the trees
Want to leave like I do
I dont think the good years Ive got can wait
So what are we staying for