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Call Of The Whippoorwill

I hear the call of the whippoorwill The calf it bawls in the field The mare is soon to birth a foul I can't help it, I miss you still I feed the geese that once loved you And that hound from the field you found The puppy stray you brought home and raised I pet him while he's lying down Honey come home... Without you it's not any kind of home Own my own, I'm so alone Honey, please come home Your hound and I we so try Through the days we somehow get by We think we can make it, then comes the night The loneliness we must fight The whippoorwill as it calls from the field Sometimes your name I hear it feels I miss you so, I love you still Honey, I always will Honey come home... Without you it's not any kind of home Own my own, I'm so alone Honey, please come home The whippoorwill and I we both try I hear it call I hear it cry Something is missing from both of our lives Honey, I'm so empty inside Honey come home... Without you it's not any kind of home Own my own, I'm so alone Honey, please come home. Bill Simmons

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"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν." "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not." Heraclitus the Riddler