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Well I walked away from the bike
my hair blowing around my helmet
if I look back at you, will I go
on into the leaves and the twigs
shuffling around my heavy boots?

So now you know, am already walking
through the years in leaves of time
feeling the bark dont remember tree
after trees, which one became mine?

I see a girl, so much younger than me
as shes running in a long green skirt
Her hair blows around until can't see

Where would she have gone without me then
if she was just a creature born of a tree

I must return to the other world and change
history.