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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