Wednesday, March 26, 2008

The Migrant He Is Never Far Comments

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In the high field by the old hill he fancy he can hear
The hunting red fox barking loud five days and nights from the New Year
Millions of stars in the night sky the moon is full and round
In his heart the migrant never far from his beloved Homeground.
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