Walk with me a while
And I'll show you where I come from
The rusty shacks and rosefields,
The dusty lanes and derelict dreamscapes
Of my interminable cradle
Set to the music of a wandering moon
Rising over a land bathed in transience
Too deep for a shallow stroll
This ocean of scenery
Is the heart of the matter
So walk with me a while
And I'll show you where I come from
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