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Dec 2016
We hinge reality on people
We hinge reality on the church steeple
All that begins will end
But the starting line is in your head
We call reality free
We call reality me
Take a seat under you favorite tree
And you might come to find what those words mean
John Taylor
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John Taylor  New York
(New York)   
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