I heard a voice in the forest
Muted by wood from the trees
A song of hope and independence
Random chanting in the breeze
There I sat in metric space
At one with sequences increasing
Enclosing me more tidily
To be in charge of things more pleasing
From then on I sang in harmony
Those proudest songs of stand-alone
To forge a crazy paving path
Made of brand new upturned stone
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