You'll build a collection of scars on your knees
To learn how to count the impossible trees
You grew up by climbin' the birches so high
And that's why
You're so beautiful now
And we live so close that we probably seen
The same bird, the same time
They solemnly scream
One day, I'll find just that friend who can see
All this weird beauty
Thrown right at me
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