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(Homesickness) Home beckoned; I answered, I took a turn, The call dropped, I needed a redial... I will ride on the wings of the wind, I will make haste to enter tomorrow's gate. ...If I had the voice; I would scream, The heavens would hear, Open the door And let me in, So I may rest in eternal bliss. ∞ ∞ ∞
— Cotek