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Picture yourself in the shade of a tree,
Alone in your thoughts but you're held by the breeze,
With sand in your fingers and dirt in your hands,
As you try your best to understand,
Don't look at you and don't look at me
Don't hold on to what you think sets you free
Just sit at the end of the road,
And begin to be still,
Where could it be? Under the tree,
You look for a thread of what's true in the wind
As it passes and then disappears,
And you're left there standing,
To finally face all your fears,
Under the tree,
It might take a minute,
It might fly away,
You might have to come back,
On some other day,
But sooner or later,
An answer will come,
If you stay for a minute and see,
That what once made you run,
Is off in the distance,
Can't hurt anyone,
And maybe there's something,
To learn in the calm of the sea.
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