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The Cave Children
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Metaphor
Woke up in a field of green
Can't remember how I ended up here
Just recall; I found a way
On her island through her eyes
And the trees are all her memories so far
And my favorite kind of tree
is what she thinks of me
and that tree is shining like a star
On the island for three years
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I found the hot springs of her secret dreams
and an ego washed away
An island waiting to be built
On the island for three years and counting
The forest is now dark and blue
Lava swallows every tree and every mountain
What's that coming after me?
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