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Nov 2014
When the south comes to me,
lay me down beside it,
Let the gentle heat
roll slow and steady
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When the north comes to me,
I hope that I will not lose my place,
My footsteps will be forgotten in december
And the stars shall guide me home
Tupelo
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Tupelo  23/M/Maryland
(23/M/Maryland)   
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