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Far Reaching Sky
Sitting here drinking a glass of morning moo
Thinking about what I want to do
A lonely place I want to find
Leave the crazy behind
A little hill
That will fit the bill
Dig a hole
Like a mole
Build a hidden place
One of which no one can see a trace
One hard to see
Life there will be free
No more do I care to roam
I want a home
Sit there watch the world go by
Invisible to the everyday eye
Under the blue sky
A place to rest
Cause I have done my best
Invisible like me
No one can see
Hiding in plain sight
Just turn on the light
That's right
Far away
I stay
Build my house
Quiet as a mouse
Live off the land
Something which I understand
Just getting set
So many things I need yet
This is what I decided to do
The thought is not new
Live in a cave
The new wave
To the grave
Watching time pass me by
There under the far reaching sky
Copyright ©
William P. Harris
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