Set your map out before me
lead me across the passages and the outline of its planes
but allow me to rest a while and admire mamelon
Allow me to trace every nook and cranny
and me breathe in the redolence of its valleys
let me be in awe of its beauty
take me by the hand
lead me down the path of the terrain
until I reach my destination and I am south
and I become lost again
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