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    A Brother's Song

    From far off lands I'm home at last.
    Like autumn wind I saunter through the doors,
    and search the room for memories long past.

    We scraped our hands on hardwood floors,
    while playing soldiers with guns made of sticks.
    Before we sought our fortunes in the wars,

    we left our home like derelicts,
    without a sentiment to form us chains.
    Let warmth again breath life in these bricks,

    a chill has set in with the winter rains.
    Where are my brothers? Where have they gone?
    Can it be that I am all that remains?

    And the rain drizzles on and on.
    And the rain drizzles on and on.