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Jan 2016
Do you ever waste your time
Wondering why the bottle has dried
Where the love has gone
The final drops echoing
On and on

Gentle twinges of a defiant guitar
Long drives in an ancient car
Back home, where the ocean lies
Where you roam, the empire's flag flies

All things at once
The Sun, Moon, Stars, Sky
Each a drop in a tear I've cried
Cliched and ancillary
Silly and obtuse
Attempting to let it go
Though at times, it is no use
This is about someone
The Tags are not
(I told you I would let you know when it was)

Thanks for the title, Sturgill (The Promise)
Adam Mott
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Adam Mott  Bright Falls
(Bright Falls)   
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