Listen to the people as they sit in groups
and talk about the everlasting dust
wondering in their own single minds
when they'll find their fantastic plastic ship sent in
I'm here in the clear wondering when
a little piece of sunshine will place inside my hand
and levitate, gravitate toward you
If there was a beachfront in my future
or a fried plate of hamburger
The peace of coexistence is the wonderful
feeling I have, here, and with you.
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