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Rob Scamp: Denizens of twilight lands
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Rob Scamp: Introducing characters to memories like old friends
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Rob Scamp: the far too simple beauty of the promises we made
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Rob Scamp: Opening the doors for the dreams to come home
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Rob Scamp: Ride
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Rob Scamp: Until the dance becomes your very own
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Rob Scamp: The other side of the fence
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Rob Scamp: Memory, prophecy and fantasy
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Rob Scamp: between a breath expelled and another drawn
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Rob Scamp: Like the whole world has been made again
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Rob Scamp: Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of clapping hands
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Rob Scamp: And watch from the shadowed wings, all these beautiful things
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Rob Scamp: the spirit has its homeland, which is the realm of the meaning of things
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Rob Scamp: I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
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Rob Scamp: On the outskirts of nowhere
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Rob Scamp: do you remember a time when you thought you belonged to something more than you?
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Rob Scamp: Woodland (S) elf (ie)
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Rob Scamp: If you get the chance to sit it out or dance... I hope you dance
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Rob Scamp: Afraid of sunlight
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Rob Scamp: Strive
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Rob Scamp: Like some primordial phantom of romance
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Rob Scamp: Medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
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Rob Scamp: We are the new Kings
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Rob Scamp: Lost and found. (The old pump house)
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Rob Scamp: Those Autumn leaves lie undisturbed now ...
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Rob Scamp: Colour my eyes
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Rob Scamp: The road less travelled by
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Rob Scamp: the uneasy truce
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Rob Scamp: A feeling for snow
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Rob Scamp: All that I have