11.View from a Hill
Lyricist：Mark Burgess, David Fielding, John Lever, Reginald Hope
Smithies
Feel myself falling to the ground
Solitary silence there's no sound
Open my eyes and look around
Colors and concepts that confound all around
Pick myself up and take the air
The fragrance of children everywhere
Slowly absorbed into my square
Debating what is and isn't there, who cares？
You wait until your time comes round again
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