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Apr 2016
Late at night I wander through the rain
Longing for a place I be at home
Where at last my heart remain
Freed from this endless roam

Mark the questions of wonder
Since I don't know what's real
And for eternity goes on the ponder
On what could be my deal

Though the rain is all I've known
A hope resists to believe
In a pathway paved with stone
Which lead to a thing I don't deserve to receive.
Written by
Rube Frost
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