I have been dreaming and dreaming,
Tossing and turning on my
Bed each night.
I read through your letters
And feel high in spirits,
But, just feel like coming
Home and come back home.
My heart wishes, but way
Of living painful to the soul.
Bone of my bones, come to
Reality and understand.
For, I am doing my best, but
Just want to come back home.
Sorry.
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