IN SEARCH OF SOMETHING

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Who comes here, to this whiteness,

this far and frozen place, in search of something

he cannot name? Not wealth, it may be,

but a fortune of the spirit, a freshness

denied him in the place he came from.

The North glitters and brightens,

the land grows dark again,

and the fugitive glow from a gas mantle

lights the shadows.

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John Haines

Former poet laureate of Alaska

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YOU CAN NEVER GO HOME

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I don't know what I'm searching for
I never have opened the door,
Tomorrow might find me at last,
Turning my back on the past,
But, time will tell, of stars that fell,
A million years ago.
Memories can never take you back, home, sweet home.
You can never go home anymore.

All my life I never really knew me till today,
Now I know why, I'm just another step along the way,

I lie awake for hours, I'm just waiting for the sun.
When the journey we are making has begun,
Don't deny the feeling that is stealing

through your heart,
Every happy ending needs to have a start.

All my life I never really knew me till today,
Now I know why, I'm just another step along the way,

Weep no more for treasures you've been

searching for in vain.
'Cos the truth is gently falling with the rain,
High above the forest lie the pastures of the sun,
Where the two that learned the secret are now one.

I don't know what I'm searching for
I never have opened the door,
Tomorrow might find me at last,
Turning my back on the past,
But, time will tell, of stars that fell,
A million years ago.
Memories can never take you back, home, sweet home.
You can never go home anymore.

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Justin Hayward

The Moody Blues