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    Last year when I said goodbye, I didn't know how wide the sky was. This year, when I say goodbye, I know the world is far too perilous For me to ever expect you back here again. But when I look out at the far-reaching mountains, Or watch the sun-dappled wheat fields grow I hope That maybe you'll return to me, out of my wistful dreams.

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    Last year when I said goodbye, I didn't know how wide the sky was. This year, when I say goodbye, I know the world is far too perilous For me to ever expect you back here again. But when I look out at the far-reaching mountains, Or watch the sun-dappled wheat fields grow I hope That maybe you'll return to me, out of my wistful dreams.

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    To a Wanderer By Katelin Quanbeck Last year when I said goodbye, I didnt know how wide the sky was.

    This year, when I say goodbye, I know the world is far too perilous For me to ever expect you back here again. But when I look out at the far-reaching mountains, Or watch the sun-dappled wheat fields grow I hope That maybe youll return to me, Out of my wistful dreams, And tell me how wide the sky is.

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