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The place where I am is
where I am not the place
I want to be is
where I was the place
of then is now of tomorrow
is here the place I want
to be is home,

with the bright fire and the
high mountains, clean air,
the curlews' call, radiant sun.

But I am on the road
travelling
and do not know how to stop.

The person I am is who
I am not and I don't know
now where I am or how it was
I got here
with no-one and nothing

where everything is blue and rot
the place where I am not.

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