Soon, I'll be leaving these fragrant meadows;
Soon, to return to those ashen ghettos;
Soon, just a few short helpings of this dream.

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Now, I've a foot in the vast far greenways;
Now, I'm aghast at my quarentine days
Now, do I sheepishly board THE BUS and go away?

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This belongs to me..wonder why they didn't say:
"You're welcome any day!"
"Come on back to play!"
"Enjoy!".."This is your world, my boy!"

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Man, I am loving these fragrant meadows;
Man, must I go back to those washed-out ghettos;
Man, can I bring the others to this dream? 

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This is real to me..wonder why they didn't say: 

"You're welcome any day!"

"Come on back to play!"

"Enjoy!".."This is your world, my boy!"

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I'm through the door!
THE BUS can't take me home anymore!