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It's time to leave, I think - we go in a wink
From place to place, alone, together bound;
In each new place we pray our home to sink,
Imbue the earth with final holy sound.
Around, around, around we go we must,
Compelled by dreams of what our lives do lack,
These dreams seduce - we know we cannot trust
What seems, what is; we fall for deeper track.
A penchant for a pendant whore, we seek
To rise above the weaker men in spite;
We have to find, we have to find the peak
To set the dreams of wonder wander right.
Again we leave the place we want to stay,
And so we seek a home on yonder bay.

An Ignorant American Talking About the Brits

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