People made of paperCome and goBut shadows growGreen behindIn a
diary of woodWe found the thingsThat make us grow these worldsAn
umbrella made of stoneAnd the focus that will turn to sandYou get
the general ideaTo call in all the troopsThat are close at
handPretend you're a soup of skyPast earth
tonightLet's send them photographsFrom way outsideWay
inside
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