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Homeward, the new road meanders |
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Washed out, the old road asks, 'What did I bring?' |
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Flowers, a verse about springtime |
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Perchance, in the tree line, she's waiting for me |
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Homeward, these shoes worn to paper |
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Thin as the reason I left here so young |
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Homeward, and what if I see her |
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There in the doorway I walked away from? |
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White house asleep on the hillside |
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Firm as a habit I struggle to shed |
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Homeward with heaven above me |
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Old road behind me, door up ahead |
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