My soul may be attached to this body
But my emotional core stays with yours
My warm safe spot in robes but out of doors
I wish I knew you were listening to the same birds
Or looking up at the same stars
But in the city all's drowned out by oil lamps and racecars.
Still coping with our long lost hoping
For a full-bodied homeland to start groping
But our bio-regi…
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