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Standing At The Equator
If the wind blew east
you'd have swore west
and I knew no direction,
a spinning compass
attracting everything,
magnetically repelling me
and to think I just wanted
to find home.
you'd have swore west
and I knew no direction,
a spinning compass
attracting everything,
magnetically repelling me
and to think I just wanted
to find home.
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