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The Would-Be Traveller

If I ever travel the world
And come to know all
I hope I would find that
Everything is the same
That the sun is the same sun
The the stars are the same stars
That people sleep the same sleep
That their lungs fill with the same anticipation
I hope I would find that
Everyone yearns for purpose
That everyone needs to eat
That everyone dreams about what will be
I hope I would find that
Regret feels the same
That love feels the same
That holding hands is still romantic
That sorrow is still felt at the end of things
And that new things still bring joy
Then I would feel just as at home
As I feel at home
With our animals in the yard
And our garden across the street

But I hope that I wouldn't be the same

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