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gone all the way over
gone to the other sh*re
like a mantra the waves
roll in and she listens
to hear that eternal
sweet low repetition she says
I carefully booting
my trail through the sand
crossing the dunes over repossessed land
gone, gone, gone all the way over
gone to the other sh*re
while dead sharp I wait
she says all these questions
are useless to ask
make one fine scr*pcollection she says
floodgate of memories
comes to a hold
dead sharp I wait till the story unfolds
like a mantra the waves
roll in and she listens
to hear that eternal
sweet low repetition