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                                                                     Come home
The hills cry out

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I
( & the 1000 friends of mine )

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Move slowly
( soft & sure )

Only love is here

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The winds blow fierce

There is  drought  despite torrential rain

With all the *** there is but lovelessness

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Lack of trust is the source of pain

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Pain that breeds such a separating sense of shame

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Come home

The hills await

All who seek salvation

From this world and it's lies

I
( & the 1000 friends of mine )

Stand the passageways

( protectors and guides )