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Snippet: Going Home
The Cardinal
wilowisp
The gold-edged cliffs of Doverand
resting place of all our kings
and when the wrens fly overland
we know we'll soon be home

The swaying wheat in summer light
my lover's hands that till the soil
and when the fireflies fill the night
we know we'll soon be home
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