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It's changin', it keeps changin'

I see towers where there were trees

Going all the stillness

The solitude Georgia

Sundays disappearing all the time

When things were beautiful

All things are beautiful, mother

All trees, all towers beautiful

That tower beautiful

Mother see a perfect tree

Pretty isn't beautiful, mother

Pretty is what changes

Walking high in ranges

Is what is beautiful

I'm changing, you're changing

I'll drop now before we fade

Mother, you watch while I revise the world

Changing as we sit here

Quiet all, Georgia

Sundays disappearing as we look, look

You make it beautiful

Oh Georgia, how I long for the old view