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I hear your voice
But do not see face
I know what choice
Should be once made

You do not know what and do not know how
It happens so now
The song flows through the chords I write
Word by word, line by line

We all are but poets
Wandering souls
You, me, the others
We all seek our home

Don’t look at me judging
I long for a far place
That one I see in my dreaming
All embraced with golden grace

You know that place, you’ve been there before
Take my hand now and lead me there
Where we will make our home