I'll never be known by you
The way the wind knows
That a-frame shed
Or those poplars by the street

There was this time
When that would have been
A worthy dream
The dream of a lover

Now I deem it impossible
A bad idea
You'll have to flit around
Like the wind around glass
Peek in, sniff for an opening
But stay right where you are outside

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