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Mar 2014
Spare me the misery of your absence, my dear
so that I do not grow delirious without you.
One day without those tender blue eyes
and I am lost in a fog of my self-pity.
The joyous cadence of your laughter and smile
never cease to enchant me day after day.
But where does your loyalty lie, my dear?
I shall not question your motives, love
for by faith and God you leave my side.
Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr
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Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr  My Home Is Wherever I Go
(My Home Is Wherever I Go)   
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