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My heart it has no resting place
No warm reverie of familiar face
As sure as green leaves turn to rust
My heart is plagued by wanderlust
My heart sings the tale of a thousand men
Wandering o'er hill and glenn
Through every forest, each rock and tree
Voices of the earth beckon to me
Though every corner I shall explore
I don't know what I'm searching for
Through the rivers, deep and clean
Fields and valleys of deepest green
My heart it has no resting place
No warm reverie of familiar face
My heart keeps searching; it hasn't a home
But wherever I go, I'm never alone.
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