A lonely soul has traveled here from far away.
Seeking the past, probing the future,
it toils arduously, in pursuit of a dream.
It toils arduously, in pursuit of a dream.
It knows not whence it comes or whither it is going.
Born in tears, fading in despair,
born in tears, fading in despair,
it holds on though trampled underfoot.
Your coming puts an end to an afflicted life, a life adrift.
I catch
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