Take me away to a
Deep-wood cabin;
Hide me from these
Carbon skies.
Bring me back my
Paper boats;
Save me from these
Virtual highs.
Show me all the
Hippie trails;
Rid me of these
Dollar-sign eyes.
Help me recall my
Childhood laugh;
Make me forget these
Urban lies.
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