Patti Smith Beneath The Southern Cross текст песни, слова песни Beneath The Southern Cross Patti Smith
Patti Smith - Beneath The Southern Cross
to be
not anyone
gone
this maze of being
skin
oh
to cry
not any cry
so mournful that
the dove just laughs
the steadfast gasps
oh
to owe
not anyone
nothing
to be
not here
but here
forsaking
equatorial bliss
who walked through
the callow mist
dressed in scraps
who walked
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