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Lonesome Cry
Andrew Bauman
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Wandering, wandering
As if there's nowhere to go.
Searching for sanctuary
In the light of dusk.
Friendly faces harbor
Unknown thoughts.
Unprecedented memories
Bring no forgiveness.
And we all cry out for love,
And we all hear the echo.
So we cry out again.
Lovers unite in the heart
Of the moon.
And we bow at the feet
Of dawn.
And we cling to our lover
Like a child to her
Mothers' skirt.
REF: Forest Of Doubt, © 1995
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