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Hambre del Alma You cannot just let it be, No.
Here, on the map you can point out the
meadows and all the sparkling streams
There's the fine line of interstate highways and the
small scale of inches calculated into miles
It is a mortifying sunday drive,
the wind is spitting leaves and slices of littered cups
and the map states, that I am nowhere near you
but, my dearest, I beg to differ
