hollowed and holy

borrowed and brand

the map's not the mountain

the lay is not the land



the waters of portugal

beloved new

the waters of anywhere

as a city blooms



all that I love will disappear

even if I stay

so I myself am going where

my nervous blood will sway

lost and leaving my fate



and on the twelth day

I'll take a stand

one ghost of many

I'll raise my hand



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all that I love will disappear

even if I stay

so I myself am going where

my nervous blood will sway

lost and leaving my fate