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Three Rivers

I feel homesickness the strongest
When I am tired of striving
Tired of wanting too much
My nose so turned down to the very ground
That I want to crawl into the warm comfort
Of nothing much
You die for a long time, where I’m from
You finger your pockets for a chance
But only find holes

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