Lyrics Beneath the Southern Cross - Patti Smith
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
Crossover
boy
Crossover
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