Mention172745
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| so:text | The wretched desert takes its form, the jackal proud and tight. In search of you, I feel my way, through the slowest heaving night. Whatever fear invents, I swear it makes no sense. I reach through the border fence. Come down, come talk to me. (en) |
| so:isPartOf | https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Peter_Gabriel |
| so:description | Us (1992) (en) |
| so:description | Song lyrics (en) |
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