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Can you hear it?The light is shining through the leavesCan you hear it?The sound of the extending roots underground
Through the cracks of the treesReveal grass and rising bubbles
Can you hear it?The sound of the bug's back being scorched by the sunCan you hear it?The children flying out of the door
Your cowering self on the station platform is taken away by the windInto a clearer day
That is, that is an ancient storyYou've changed without knowingPeople are letting go of their whereaboutsLike the hand that lets go of the music
Letters are falling downGently, gently from the skyLetters will fall down and pile upBut you don't even notice
Can you hear itYou collapsing into the waves of peopleCan you hear itSomeone asked if that was a performance
Nudging your knee at the crosswalk you are taken away by the windInto a clearer day
That is, that is the same storyYou weren't able to change at allPeople are protecting their whereaboutLike the music that shines in one's hands
Letters are falling downGently, gently from the skyLetters will fall down and pile upBut you don't even notice