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We search the world we walk on,
we search from side to side,
we cover every shore line,
we cover every tide.
Onwards through our journey our walk becomes struggled and pained.
Each step contains a tear as we feel so slowly drained.
A sickness falls upon us.
A yearning burns so bright.
A thousand tears forgotten, over a thousand sleepless nights.
When our journey's end is slowly drawing near,
we can lighten the load we carry,
we can bravely face the fear.
A traveller once told another, a truth that he had learnt; the message shined so brightly
the truth it slowly burnt.
As far as you may travel,
As far as you may roam,
There can be no place sweeter,
Than the haven which we call home.
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