1.Folios
I'm heading straight where I never go
There's no more hiding in these folios
Each page has known what the first one showed
There're still three more hours of sunlight
And in this dream of a cottage on a hill
There was no view of the life that makes it real
Here in May and only the trees
Want to leave like I do
I don't think the good years I've got can wait
So what are we staying for
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