Where is my heart?
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At home?
Coming or going?
Where, is home?
My Love’s soft touch extends,
Over the crashing and thunderous waves of the Atlantic.
The past keeps us apart,
The future brings us together.
America where my heart first beat,
Turkey, its beat endures.
One day My Love will arrive,
A lonesome America awaits us both.
Hey! Happy to see you in my inbox again, man.