And where I should be with you
On a pleasant trip to Cornwall
Or any other journey that you like
I offer tongue and head instead
You lost so much beyond retrieval
No rules or goals will brake your fall
Even though we're fortunate on the whole
They say that all these stories
Are not the same as history
And that we ought to know
What's fiction and what's real
But then again, on closer look
We speak a very different truth
About the many ways of stories on the whole
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