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Mark Lecuona Dec 2017
The lights in the distance
Rivers without end
I only seem to cross alone
You never return the favor

Home again, it's easy to see
Waiting for me, nature I possess
But is it my own or something else
I can't decide which way to turn

Save it all, every moment
I want you to share it with me
Even if you can't describe it
I will see it in your eyes

It doesn't matter, night or day
Asleep or awake, you follow
Or dragged by fantasy's light
Between us there's so much more

— The End —