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Does this desolate place
Make you wonder why you've come?
Left your loved ones, left your loved ones
Does it chill you to the bone?
The thought of not returning home
That you must win or die alone within yourself
There's no turning back
For your life would lose its worth
What's left to live for, left to live for?
But to search for why you are
Search the continents, and then
The universe, my friend...Will you find?
Explorer searching for the father, Explorer searching for the seed
Explorer, what will you give, And what will you receive?
You've come so far
But you haven't found yourself
Left your loved ones, left your loved ones
Does it chill you to the bone?
The thought that you might never find
What you must find or die alone within yourself
Explorer searching for the father, Explorer searching for the seed
Explorer, what will you give, And what will you receive?
Copyright © 1977, Daniel J. Smith
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