Iceland

Fucking troubadours

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And
flying can only amass next to nothing

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On
television screens

Grace is a
privilege not all that you need

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align="center">While swimming

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dreams

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Of
enlightenment

From a seven day
sun

Where islands collapse for me and
birds deconstruct

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In Iceland the
fauna still blooms and then dies

But
you won't ever notice with impassive eyes