the mountains, the night is deep
lost, alone, no one to keep
me on the path that leads to home
still, now, I wander and I roam
I yelled, I called your name
but the rushing stream would tame
the desperate echoes of my pain
and the echoes still remain
in my ears at night
when the day is out of sight
and all that's left are memories
of the days when we were free
? Michaelette ?
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Take me home...