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The Last Wandering
I spent my life in faraway dismal places
I came back now, and i'm only waiting to die
May i die down there
Into my forests never forgotten
Covered by a mantle of withered leafs
May my last sigh
To breathe their sweet smell
And may i still hear
The voice of the cold wind
Among that silver trees
For the last time
Let me wonder for the last time
Into my forests never forgotten
I left sure to had abandoned all
I came back now and i'm only waiting to die
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