The Palisades - Modern Mapmaker

It's a matter of shades
It's a matter of angles
If I could fit my shape
Then I can prove that I'm able

It's a matter of shades
It's a matter of labels
If I could have my say
Then this world is greater

And now it's calling my name
And now it's calling my brother's
We could both get away
Making maps looking southern

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The Palisades

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