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By Fernando Gallegos

I could not live by the Cliffs of Moher
The Atlantic would call to me to join it’s crashing waves

I could not cross Pont Nuff
The Seine would whisper Je t’aime pour toujours

I could not stand near the Gullfoss waterfalls
The vertigo would set in, I would join the deep unknown

I could not walk amongst the thorn forest
My blood would feed the dirty earth

I could not live amongst the clouds
My wingless-body would of gravity feel

I could not lie beside you
Your siren calls would silence me

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