"BRING ME HOME"
I passed the flower's yonder brawn
I tip-toed 'cross the lucisous lawn
Careful of everything as I crossed with them
The dew-drops fell under the setting sun, all attached
Not to think that I despise
I run, I run -- I breathe, I fly
I'm home, I'm home -- I'm fine, I'm fine
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