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Mapping geography
I trace the river...
I sleep with the ghost of you each night
the dream of your departure...
If you go to her
she'll enclose you...
The chill of the night
follows the stranger in...
'How's this for poetic?'
the blonde girl grumbles...
'How's this for poetic?'
the blonde girl grumbles...
The chill of the night
follows the stranger in...
If you go to her
she'll enclose you...
I sleep with the ghost of you each night
the dream of your departure...
Mapping geography
I trace the river...