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Hinksey
Hinksey is a place name associated with Oxford and Oxfordshire. In 1974 it was transferred from Berkshire.
The place name is of Old English origin. It is first mentioned in the 10th century in the form Hengestesige, and probably means "stallion island". It may also mean "island of a man named Hengest", but there is no evidence to link the place to the historical Hengest. Place names ending in “-ey” (“island”, commonly used of higher ground in a marshy area) are of early formation, probably names bestowed by the first English farmers who tackled the area.
There are two villages, North Hinksey to the west of the city of Oxford and South Hinksey to the south-west. There is also a suburb called New Hinksey to the south of the city centre, which contains the city council ward Hinksey Park. Hinksey Stream runs past the west of Oxford, a branch of the River Thames. Hinksey Hill Farm lies on Hinksey Hill, close to South Hinksey.
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Coordinates: 51°44′N 1°16′W / 51.733°N 1.267°W / 51.733; -1.267
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Turn Around
by: HanksMy chest is heavy
Breathing slowing
Dull, unyielding ache is growing
And I know you'll soon be going
Thought of you
Leaving me won't let me be
Outr intimacy's out the window
And we both know, we both know
Tomorrow's creeping up
And we're both lost in the past
The sun is going to rise so soon
Whether we're here to see it or not
I'm not acting
Like I should when I'm with you
I'm getting mad when I know not to
And we don't love, though we ought to
And the saddest part of all this
That we're almost done with caring
We're sick of this load we're bearing
And we hardly remember the
Moonlit memories
Back when I understood love
Now the skies are all gray and I can't see
And I hope I can find my way out
Maybe we'll be better off
And there's better things to be found
Maybe we're turning our backs on the best thing we'll
ever have
Then when we'll realize it's too late,