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What Is It?
Night is the wonders of life
Things that we don’t understand
But we can only dream and grasp
For when the sun raise it will all pass
What is it that we call home?
Is it the love and compassion we have?
Or is it the mystery that we all seek
The cold wind howling in the night
Singing a lullaby telling us it’s all right
What is it that we seek?
What is it that we crave?
For that is a mystery we can only fathom
