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Where my heart is.
Why do I pine for something so far? And cry even though I know it brings me nothing?
Why do I love something that is lost?
What brings me comfort-
Cannot be expressed in words nor place.
It is not a picture or a memory.
In the shadows of the night, in my prayers
There I seek your solace
I long for your arms
And yet I know not who you are
Maybe it is what they call a mystery-
Incomprehensible, Undescribeable.
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