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"tender feelings heal with flowers
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when your woes and sorrows leave you
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overwhelmed
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for the state of endless sadness or
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uncompleted mourning--
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take star of bethlehem,
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there's willow if bitter, when helpless--
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wild rose,
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some sunshine wattle revives all lost hopes"
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but for a simple case of longing--
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what are we to do when homeless in our
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hearts and souls
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some of us take daring chances following our
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lovers--
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the passion we can trust...
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others just cannot sit still--
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they're driven by the power of mighty
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wanderlust
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wherever we go, god, we're trying so hard
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to make every place feel like home left behind
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but despite of all endeavours--nothing
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changed,
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as ever--we're homeless in our hearts...
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but i'm yearning no more
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'cause i found my home in you
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and now it's where i belong
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i gave up the world to be with you
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come to me, i'll soothe your yearning...
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is this what you've always dreamed of
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the aim of our desire is hard to recognize
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it often stares you in the face and yet, against
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all reason,
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takes the longest time to find
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you circle the globe, go native, go far...
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but it's not a country or a town, not a house...
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what's the use of distant travel if only to
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discover--you're homeless in your heart
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but i'm yearning no more
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'cause i found my home in you
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and now it's where i belong
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i gave up the world to be with you
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so come to me, let me soothe your yearning...
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yearning
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Basia |