Well I've heard it said before by those much kinder than I
That what separates a wiseman from a fool
Is what he sees when he looks into the sky
What he sees when he looks into the sky
One might see a big space
While another might long for the moon
Another might see only unreachable stars
And a fool looks back down at his shoes
But a wise man sees his own backyard
A wise man always lives in the stars
A wise man wants to re-write the book
And it's thrown into the fools fire
Without even a look
Somewhere close by and yet so far away
Is a place where we came from that we may see again someday
A place of more breadth and more depth than you'll know
And a fool has never seen where a wise man will go
And a wise man sees his own backyard
A wise man always lives in the stars
A wise man wants to re-write the book
And it's thrown into the fools fire
Without even a look
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