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To the Horizon, Sir



Go my lover and don't come back
Leave your life you don't need that
It might be fire or hell to find
But in my sleep there's a different light

They sniggered and laughed when I told them so
There's a place where we don't grow old
In your bones there's a nagging sound
It cripples and burns if you don't let it out

Make haste now
Don't waste time
Please take this land of ours

To the horizon
Set sail now
Drift over and don’t come home

Iain Morrison

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