The good man beyond the Blue Seashe whispers to a bird as a bird softlyHe needs no Google Maps or appsTo help connect the dots for meHe is a stitch that hardly ever popsMy guts I spill, like a ripped open bellyThe good man beyond the blue seasHe keeps his life in stacks, numbered and neatAnd m..
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