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4d
Keep calling for me
in the hills when I go astray—
I know I do

When I have lodged myself
somewhere dark and deep
and the forest around me bends in
when I am stricken and tangled
in the bramble
Call for me

I will come home,
I want to come home.

I will come,
I want to come home.
brooke
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