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Have you ever seen forests and hills? |
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A traveller once spoke |
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And in his eyes, there was a glint |
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Yet unknown feelings it evoked |
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He told me tales of places and times |
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Enchanted heart, a splinter in mind |
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With every word and with every smile |
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My past became a foolish waste of life |
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A further day has been born in the night |
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And with it comes the change |
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My meditations enlightened my views |
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I'm longing for those lands so strange |
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Duty says: Attend to me! |
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You have your task, you must not flee! |
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But freedom cries: Let me out! |
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So in the end I leave without a doubt Defying the dreams I have |
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Into the light I go |
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May fortune be my friend |
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On this journey, miles and miles |
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Where is my path? |
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What lies beyond these mountains |
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Framing my desire? |
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Oh, I won't return |
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Until foreign seems my homeland |
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And I've found |
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The end of wanderlust |
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On the mantelpiece I left a note |
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Waving my fellows goodbye |
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They might even have liked to ensue |
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But that's not the gist of why And so I write this book on my own |
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Heading for the things yet to come |
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Gentle breeze, I close my eyes |
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I feel it now, my spirit starts to fly |
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Defying the dreams I have... |
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On this journey, miles and miles... |
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And now I stand |
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Among the oaks of ancient times |
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And I begin to understand |
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The light in his eyes |
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On this journey, miles and miles... |
