What would I give,
To see your faces again,
To escape from the slavoring labor,
And this impossible task bestowed upon me?
What would I give,
To feel the breeze of the wind on my face,
To hear your voice call me,
And know what it's like to be loved again?
What would I give,
To hold you closely,
To feel the pressence of my friends,
And to shed some sun on my skin?
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