I want to go home,
but I haven't found it yet.
I'm sure it lies somewhere South.
I'm a product of labor and lies.
I'm supposed to know
all there is to be known,
and I know that there's more to hear.
I suppose I'm ready to hear it.
A choir will come upon me
and let me know,
that I'm not done.
I've more to.
I suggest I've 5 more years,
until I've all the answers.
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