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I keep going backas if Im looking for something I have lostback to the motherland, sisterland, fatherlandback to the beacon, the breastthe smell and taste of the breeze, and the singing of the rain.Heather Nova
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If I flew for you, you would still be standing.Heather Nova
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In a church of my own we're perfect together I recognize you in the stained glassHeather Nova