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Home may be far away
But the wind brings her memories
I hear from the flight birds
I see it in the rain and sunshine
I see it in the falling tree leaves
And the little bug crawling up my sleeves
From far away, I look back
Hope on my breast, I walk
Again, playing mirthful songs,
A long, long way from home


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