October 25, 2011


I have often walked, down this street before, but the pavement always stayed beneath  my feet before.
All at once am I, several stories high. Knowing I'm on the street where you live.  
People stop and stare, they don't bother me. For there's nowhere else on earth that I would rather be.  
Let the time go by, I dont care if I can be here on the street where you live.  
Are there lilac trees, in the heart of town? 
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town? 
Does enchantment pour out of every door? 
No, it's just on the street where you live. 

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