Here I stand looking at the sky
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It has never been so red before
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Here I stand looking at the mountains
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They have never been so tall before
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Now the road lies ahead
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Yes I'm heading on
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But don't miss me when I'm gone
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I might find what I seek
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And one day I might be back
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And then I'll save a prayer
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That you'll be there
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O brothers, you must think that I don't care
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Yet you're the only ones I've never had
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But you know that I'm a wanderer
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I was born to walk alone
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And now when spring is here
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And in the glow of sun
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The rivers flow
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I must be gone
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F a r e w e l l
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The Wanderer's Farewell
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| Wuthering Heights |
