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Leaving the South
When the North has taken me,
And the South has forgotten me.
When the waves of the Pacific
Wash off the Plain’s red dirt.
After I’ve crossed over mountains
And rivers never known to me,
And left the only home I ever
Knew. Searching for a place
My soul has yearned to take me.
Where there are no ties to
Hold me back of down, and
My independence rings out like
Church bells, ignored by the
Natives, but marked by all
The newcomers. Who wait and
Listen until the final echo.
