The exiled Scot
Is never free
From the attachment
To the land of their birth
The heart can love
Anywhere in the world,
But the exiled soul
Yearns for home
The call of home, once a whisper
Becomes louder every day
I am not going home to die
I am going home to live
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This is amazingly expressed! I’m sure you will have a great life there
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Thank you, Huguette.
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