Beneath The Southern Cross Lyrics by Patti Smith
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Oh
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
The curve of the world
Whose bone scraped
Whose flesh unfurled
Who grieves not
Anyone gone
To greet lame
The inspired sky
Amazed to stumble
Where gods get lost
Beneath
The southern cross
Oh   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   The curve of the world   Whose bone scraped   Whose flesh unfurled   Who grieves not   Anyone gone   To greet lame   The inspired sky   Amazed to stumble   Where gods get lost   Beneath   The southern cross