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Under The Old Whale Bones
If you can find your way back here
let’s meet
under the old whale bones
this place that we each love
Where we look out to sea
or back towards the sleeping town
One day, we’ll stand together
and unbeknownst to us
it will be
for the last time in our lives
Whichever of us, must go first
let’s make a promise to meet again
under the old whale bones
Hearts filled with feeling
and the b...
Wednesday 6th October 2021 4:43 pm
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