I do not want to stay, in a land that i do not belong. Please, do not let my homesickness starve longer. I want to go home. Let me smell the soil of my land. I want to look up at my homelands setting sun, the sky, the trees, the birds. And listen to the wind that dances through the hills and mountains. I do not want to stay here, in the crowded grey streets. So please, send me home.
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