A mystery, a hope, a future new
And so romantic--it's an open door
Into a meadow full of morning dew.
Dissatisfied with where he lives, was born,
The future immigrant will gladly pass
Through deserts, over mountains that adorn
The body of the earth. Her endless grass,
Her flashy flowers, forests full of fear
Are ways to gain the beauty of the way.
For all the future immigrant holds dear.
He has to go, although he wants to stay.
I must admit, his wanderlust I share--
I dream his courage, going where I dare.
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