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My heart drifts to a place far too away,
My legs yet goes to a journey of home,
As I walk in heavy steps,
The place seems far too distant!

Oh! wind, where do you go?
Or is your journey, somewhere you long not to blow?
To north I head, you blow to south,
Away to solemn nights,
When day here is bright and blue!

And as I almost reach the journey,
Thoughts of an abstruse image,
With gestures of careen emotions that is confused,
Leaves me troubled, its part done in perfection,
To it I gaze, my journey, like the image is an illusion,

Thence I walk, where I feel my place,
To a destined journey, but just my home!