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There's a wind that contains the night A fellow shadow wanders free It runs across a sandy floor With crooked jags and even seams The moon's risen high above The clouds can make them heavenly A drought was kicked out of the class by Frozen rings and dirty streams I'm home I'm home I'm home I'm home The neighbours drink and toast the pain To fill up holes they may have made A child plays a silly game With toys that he's imagining The world is a deadly place That swallows us with crass and ease The only thing left from your name is A tragic love of poetry I'm home I'm home I'm home I'm home I'm home I'm home I'm home I'm home Someday you'll come back You'll come back You'll come wake us Someday you'll come back You'll come back You'll come wake us Someday you'll come back You'll come back You'll come wake us Someday you'll come back You'll come back You'll come wake us