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s May 2014
You can find me in a room where the floor is carpeted with pine needles and the roof is the night sky
You can try to take me home but I won't know where that is
You will ask me where I came from and I will not reply
You will feel sorry for me and I will wonder why
I have been lost for so long I do not mind anymore

— The End —