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Write me off, I'm going south for the year |
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So take me there, off the map, |
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That no one else could scale. |
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You sat me down, showed me the aeriels that resonate the skies |
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In between the visual lines, encompassing pines |
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In the greenery commons |
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Is it pressed in a book |
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A history unknown |
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An isle of concentrated mineral |
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In elapsed time |
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Directions to locate the fountain of karats |
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The sight of gold. |
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They sat me down on a point |
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And my eyes looked up in texture |
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The illuminating brim |
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A solid trilogy circle |
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Embedded in the rock orbital |
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When I'm gone you know where you find me: here. |
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It was immaculate in its beauty |
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A thousand words could never describe the colored brights |
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Forever, to a shore, |
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Where you can dig the earth and let it run through your hands. |
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As deep as it will glow |
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We savored the last hour with the turning of the sun. |
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A visual shrine |
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Existing with electronic lines |
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An inseparable sign |
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Intertwined with the corkscrewed |
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Manifested woman |
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In front of me, toxicity |
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In front of me, she barely stood |
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Take me there. |
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It was immaculate in its beauty a thousand words |
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Could never describe the colored brights |
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Forever, to a shore. |