Lost In The Wilderness
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Mark Heathcote
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Your insidious hopes
Shone like a beacon
Like a star about to die
So I took to the air like Raven
With a sprig of mistletoe, about to cry
When you bawled like a lost cub
Lost in the wilderness
Return, return, return from the shadows
I've been misled
And now I've honestly turned over another page.
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