| This place is so far away
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| From what passes for civilized life
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| No shops and no cars and no city lights
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| Just a river of stars
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| Over the southernmost ocean so cold
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| A small group of rocks, seagulls and ice
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| Some ramshackle huts
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| A paper in french from long ago
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| A finger that juts out into the foam
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| No boats come this way
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| A few expeditions that pass now and then
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| They’ll be back someday
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| But I don’t know when
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| It’s the loneliest place on the map
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| Night time is utterly black
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| I came here by some grave mishap
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| And I can’t find my way back
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| It’s all as remote
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| As the wintry smile that you gave
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| As you buttoned your coat
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| And love was erased
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| So this is goodbye
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| I see you silently rowing away
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| The desolate sky threatening rain
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| It’s the loneliest place on the map
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| Night time is utterly black
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| I came here by some grave mishap
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| And I can’t find my way back |