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the land on which my mother held me
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as a baby in her arms, crying wildly
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lies miles below, houses specs in the sand
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as I fly, fly away to a foreign land
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turn back I would, if my sentiments withstood
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advance must I, for I have chosen this lie
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forsaking the birthplace to sow new roots
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to start afresh, build a home anew
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a quality life that is better I view
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my heart stays back, for bonded am I
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to the ways of the people, my kith and kin
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they who understand the tempest within
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henceforth I shall be always split into two
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belonging fully to neither
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and to neither fully true
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