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Where
There is somewhere I want to go,
Something I want to do,
A place I haven’t been,
A man that’s been waiting.
I run to the calling of a person,
Who I’ve no idea who he is,
An instinct acted on living,
A faith to avoid the dead.
I have no clue to where he is,
Or even if he’s still alive,
But I act on what I believe in,
Because I know my faith does not lie.
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