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HOME White cliffs are squeezed into the horizon A glimpse of home as the waves roll past But the future is what I’ll keep my eyes on This is the journey I must endure at last Perhaps many years until I return once more Few will remember me, maybe not even care No longer captivated by any foreign shore I’ll have done my time and ended it there Despite the oppression and constant sun I still hold my birthplace in high esteem Yet my recollection has only just begun A yearning for normality, it would seem The time will come when heeding the call Like fitting in that very last jigsaw piece And I will not miss the travelling at all As I sense that my lost years will cease