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I recall the peaceful and quiet neighborhood close to the shore
Yet the crows kept following me waiting for me to vanish till i was no more
It made me wonder "Damn where can i live where i will finally feel free?"
One day i was placed in a circumstance where day-by-day i began to see
All these places i've lived at are not the subject in matter
No matter how many "Patersons" i've lived at or not
It's always mind over matter
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