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• Artiste: Iona
• Titre: Edge Of The World
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Mist that hangs like silk, soaking in the rain Trees that rise like ghosts, bearing people's names And a sea that takes me where I do not know But I gladly go Shrouded in the sweetest grass I've ever known This my earthly bed, my beloved home But the voice that calls me to the far away I can only trust every word you say And here I am, out on the edge of the world And here I am, out on the edge of the world With You, With You Shall I leave the print of my knees upon the sand This my final prayer in my native land Shall I turn my face towards the shining sea Taste the salt of tears for those I have to leave And here I am, out on the edge of the world And here I am, out on the edge of the world With You, With You