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You know when I look around

I see a life, many would be jealous of me

A life with sunshine that shines through the clouds

See, I have this process about the way things are

When so many people walk around like they've been crowned

Sometimes people don't realize their not free

Though they may be anonymous in those crowds

But there is an open space out the window of your car

Patches of freedom and peace between places where highways abound

It has a charm if you take the time to see

Something for people with a case of the "louds"

These places can help that mind of yours that has gone so far

Wander back to its home, a place with a lot less sound

A place where your free to be

Yourself without risk of being cowed

You won't even have to see people who's wish is to mar

Honeyed light swims through the branches

Birds sing to you your very own lullaby

You won't even care when your phone blanches

A signal has no place where in your hand will land a butterfly

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