"for my doctor"
each city that I visit
has a special song for me
and that's not shameful, is it
if music is all I see
the skylines stretching out
and churches made of stone
leave no shadow of a doubt
that I must walk alone
companions come and go
on this eternal earth
and few will ever know
the city of my birth
so my guide will be wanderlust
until my bones have turned to dust
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