I am not myself today, I fear
I've lost myself in time
I cannot see. I cannot hear
Yet terror brings me home
I float in clouds I cannot see
My brain is numb and I,
I do not wish that I could be
With you again, my dear
My dear, sweet home is calling me
To come back where I lie
So many times before thee
And stretched out another hand
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