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Sometimes I zoom on some Russian island
Or an unknown city on a lonely isthmus
And wonder if I'd find peace there

As I age it's the more remote places
That draw my consideration
Checking for libraries and stadiums
Railway lines and stations
Sometimes an interesting feature
Like that Turkish writing on the hill
Dur Yolcu! somewhere near Gallipoli

Then after spending an hour dreaming
I slump back into my chair and give up
There's nowhere to escape to
These memories will always remain

Best to just stay here in Sydney
Where the whole mess began
It's not such a bad place to die