When I was a child,
my homesickness was a small stamp,
Linking Mum at the other end and me this.
When grown up,
I remained homesick,
but it became a ticket by which I sailed to
and from my bride at the other end.
Then homesickness took the shape of a grave,
Mum inside of it and me outside.
Now I’m still homesick,
but it is a narrow strait,
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