On and off country

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On and off country
She was out there in the desert country, out there wandering her way
Back up behind the hill. Waiting on no one, though far from anyone
Plus most other things. Then came the rover, a man from over many mile.
Found someone he once heard, listened to a while ago. They picked up,
Made for random roads, she made music for herself, he crafted films
Out on many miles of country. He came home, she came too, they took
In his country, their conversation grew like trees, blades of grass,
Those wild flowers of the Simpson sandhills, somewhere by the Coral Sea
Times they’ve changed, brought them closer together, sleeping by a fire
Not lost in these dunes of the Keppel, only footsteps from peaceful Autumn tide.

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