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One day we shall all be dead But those who keep moving
Tracing and retracing their steps
They shall never die They shall be called Rembrandt, Magellan
I dreamed of being a missionary.
I dreamed of being a mercenary.
My knapsack was a width of linen tied like a pump on a stick.
— 15 hours, 26 min ago
Tracing and retracing their steps
They shall never die They shall be called Rembrandt, Magellan
I dreamed of being a missionary.
I dreamed of being a mercenary.
My knapsack was a width of linen tied like a pump on a stick.
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Seeta Sadat
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The wall is high, the black barn
The babe in my arms in her swaddling clothes
And I know soon that the sky will split
And the planets will shift
Balls of jade will drop and existence will stop
Little sister, the sky is falling, I don′t mind, I don't mind
Little sister, the fates are calling on you
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The babe in my arms in her swaddling clothes
And I know soon that the sky will split
And the planets will shift
Balls of jade will drop and existence will stop
Little sister, the sky is falling, I don′t mind, I don't mind
Little sister, the fates are calling on you
