What is it? What is it? that troubles you now -
the pale on your face, that furrowing brow.
Still, on the outside, for you are not here.
Into another world, your mind, it peers.
Wake up, wake up, the bluebirds are chirping.
Chirp for you, nature's symphonic beckoning.
See the view, its display for you to see,
And maybe once in awhile, you'll think of me?
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