of distances....
stations unknown,
one hundred, five
hundred miles
from my
......home
she sings to us
in the hollow
of the desolation
song, with a voice
so deep
in my
......bones
i can hear
her whistle blow,
a hundred miles
the root of my
......bones
i can hear
her whistle blow,
a hundred miles
the root of my
chest, close
to every single
person, yet
......alone
to every single
person, yet
......alone
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