| She was a sinner like all other guardians
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| For of her daughter she was proud
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| Went to the market on the third Sunday again
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| And there she vanished in the crowd
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| Oh it wasn’t long ago you suckled to her breast
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| And how your eyes exploded as you took your first
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| Breath
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| Now the lading days return and the want beckons the yearn
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| To rise above the nest and to lay your head to rest
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| Forlorn but for the best
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| Immigrants come and emigrants go
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| Tell me why is it like that?
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| Emigrant at heart and an immigrant in mind
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| Ones' emaciation an others' fat
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| Oh it wasn’t long ago you suckled to her breast
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| And how your eyes exploded as you took your first
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| Breath
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| Now the lading days return and the want beckons the yearn
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| To rise above the nest and to lay your head to rest
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| Forlorn but for the best
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| Crying emigrant at heart and an immigrant in mind
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| Touching all the trees to see if there was one with bark like mine
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| In denial we worried that this was never meant
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| And on trial in the wake of all the prayers we never sent
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| And it wasn’t long ago you suckled to its breast
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| And now your eyes implode as you take your last breathe
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| Now that lading days return the want gives into yearn
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| Returning to your nest you lay your head to rest
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| Forworn but for the best |