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Gum trees, put me at ease |
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Their tall grey limbs |
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Their sheltering green |
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And though I like to roam far |
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Sometimes I long to be where I'm from |
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The setting sun, retreats on the horizon |
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The light on the leaves, there's gold in trees |
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See these days, I'm bound to cities and crowds |
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But some days I yearn and I have to return... |
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To the shimmering heat |
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To the bold hot sun |
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Best dawn endlessly |
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The silent breeze gathers with me |
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I sit and I gaze at the space we used to be |
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The shimmering heat |
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The bold hot sun |
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Best dawn endlessly |
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The rains will come, washed down and done |
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I sit and I dream of the way we used to be |