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80 Though dry our voices With the mourning, the crying We must, we must endure! Home Longing I think of home A country Far away south And the red sunsets The songs of forgotten heroes I think of childhood, And the wet tea cupsThe silent tears behind the ears I think of love The unfinished, unsent lettersThe mouthfuls of fake kisses I think of loss The desperate tears The wild screams in the night I think of promises The chewed ends of lies The invisible river between us I think of you my love And the moon-lit landscapes The eavesdropping loneliness ...

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