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Calling card an ocean view
Her windswept hair and family Ford
Padlocked gates the red brick shade
Tall hedges of her green city
Out worn maps of consciousness
Sometimes have to be redrawn
Draw me in your arms to you
I don’t know what to do about trinity
Calling card an ocean view   Her windswept hair and family Ford   Padlocked gates the red brick shade   Tall hedges of her green city   Out worn maps of consciousness   Sometimes have to be redrawn   Draw me in your arms to you   I don’t know what to do about trinity