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Johnny Broadway Discoverers

I guess there's nothing left to do now, but leave. But before I go, I'd like to have one last word with you. Tt's ten minutes to close (you're too close

Hieroglyphs of road reveal your secrets to the bold who dare to look and to decode them. From the greatness of these heights, within these strange geographies

I never held much hope that this would last. Now you're the ghost of one more Christmas past. And it feels like a lifetime, but it's all been in my mind

frozen somewhere in the earth there lies the seed of another spring's reprieve. Bow to the horizon, we set sail. In a world with nothing left to be discovered