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Never thought I’d miss the sky

When I believed in truths and absolutes

I was strong and resolute

Not a prairie dog on the sly

Not a regular guy

Not a brute

But strength is found in deep roots

In the countryside staring up from the rye

With high hopes though not with glee

You could almost see heaven

And the angels giving me a wave in

None asking me for a fee

Ready for things to leaven

For no stones cast without sin