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Big Things Have Small Beginnings

Once when I was fifteen
I went to the side of the house and climbed a tree
and carefully stretched across to the roof
Up there, I could see the stars clearly
and red towers pulsing in the distance
The world was young
and I was alone
With that tall girl from the pool

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