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| We are nomads lacking home! All that we can do is roam. Our belongings packed and gone, We are simply moving on, Trav'ling light as butterflies Making patterns in the skies. Though we're neither here nor there, We've no reason to despair. God is with us on our way, Giving succor every day. We will fly back to the ground When at last our home is found. | ||
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