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Wanderings

Wanderings

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Haven of my wanderings, what it'd be?

I thought I found it today just after a short spree

I find I loose, I loose I catch

until when unto when I drift I stray

am waning strength I sometime feel

though never too late, they say they reel

not only my agony it’s a part of you, a part of me

haven of our wanderings, what it'd be?


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