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I hang my love as a decoration on the trees
O, Canberra
A forest in a city
I thought I was (Griffin) the architect
And your land is the panel
Your buildings are the pens
But I couldn't draw
Don't reproach me
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Your soil's smell perfumed forest
Fenced with mountains don't kneel
The snow landed on their rock
And cooled down
Burnt up its feelings
And spilled the moans
To warm up a lake, wider than the sea
-3-
Your blonde houses showered in the shade
And dried up with light green
Their trees dropped wet leaves
Baptised unmatched streets
Which spread its palms
As theatres for the air
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