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Hello I live just below
Down past the leaves from where the trees grow
You see peering from your window sill
And from atop your concrete hill
You see me in the sounds and the smells
Down on the ground as you hear your bells
And see the cinematography...
From your balcony...
Well I don't know how to climb
Though I have a good mind
Altitude's cold even when the shines
Stop the sky from falling on my head
Listen to the beetles and remember what I said
And give my heart, my soul, all the thoughts I owe
And most of my sanity
From your balcony
From your, from your balcony
From your, from your balcony
How's the view from your balcony : )
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