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[Tuesday Afternoon]

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I'm leaving now for Innisfree
I will build a small cabin there
I will grow a garden and collect honey
I will be alone and quiet among nature's song

Peace will come upon me, slowly
As the sounds of the city will leave me
to be replaced with criciket's song
And the city's neon lights will drop away
to reveal nature's glimmering palette

I'm leaving now because it's always on my mind
I hear the lake's waves lapping on the shore
while I stand here in this city's traffic roar
My heart of hearts still calls for Innisfree.

~Tuesday Afternoon