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I'm the kind of person who smiles and hides tears...

I cry when I laugh...

I drown in my sorrows when I do any joyous activity...

I kept thinking,

Kept thinking if you would ever come...

Please come home...

And one day, 

I will reach home...

I'll see the light...

I'll see the light,

I'll come rushing into your arms...

I'll run through that Open Door...

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