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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
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