Back in the days
Of moving I say,
Whew, I'm glad it's over
Not a good place to recover
I love my new place
More than outta space
I feel covered in trees
And mornings of ease
When I lay down in bed
Still think of things said
And wonder why life
can cut my heart like a knife
And with belt in my hand
At the boxes command
I swore an eternity
To go there peacefully
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