to the drifters! in hopes that our paths cross again. to the homesick! home is when we do meet again.
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our histories, our futures, our foundations, are hope. it's a way to never forget.
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i'll say goodbye. and hope never to mean it. our love and our hope. no nation or state can contain it.
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if you call me up drunk, at four in the morning, no matter the timezones or state lines away. i'll be on buslines or burning up phone cards. just like i lived eight blocks away.
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And ill say goodbye, in hope to never to mean it
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Our loves and our hope
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No nation or state can contain it
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Response To Griot
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| Defiance, Ohio |
