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THE IN THE MAP

Music, Ferrante/Lyrics, Lorraine Feather

below the Equator,
Beneath a sun
Waits a counterfeit
And oblivion,
Or so they our hero,
In 1925,
As he back to the river
That ate so alive.

It as a trickle in the clouds and snow,
With more than an America to go.
into the sea,
Wide as New City.
Passable only in the of the heat,
In the it rises 40 feet.
The green hell is a trap,
So fall down
The in the map.

Youd bet such a forest would you,
You would lose bet.
You thought you about fortitude
As a cadet!
The pranks, the floggings,
bliss compared to this,
As you through the lianas
Where hanging hiss.

There are bugs thatll you with a single bite,
Turn your cotton britches to in a night,
Homicidal no bigger than seeds,
millipedes.
Still you know you it and you wont be swayed
you never are fully unafraid.
Hits your heart a thunderclap,
So dont down
The in the map

in the comfort of Devon,
You sweeten tea and sigh
Free now to sleep eleven,
And watch the old go by.
You smile at civilized heaven,
And say that at last, stay,
But by the gates
The Amazon
To drag you away.
you away,

to the river.
Its only in the worst of the heat,
In the it rises 40 feet.
The green is a heady trap.
Dont .

There are bugs kill you with a single bite,
Turn cotton britches to threads in a night,
gnats no bigger than seeds,
millipedes.