With a name like that I’ve never seen one lost as you,
Does that compass ever get tired?
The ones before I suppose had tried as well
Just a ghost now, them all
What blind navigators we all were
Have faith in the rose, where she points
Not even the needle knows where it leads
That’s up to you
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Author:
J M (Pseudonym) (
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