When I return, Achilles worn,
Familiarity each muscle adorn.
Tree line scraping the mountains high,
Soft and tired streams lie.
When I return, you watch each step
Like a vision of paths unformed you kept.
Though I might fear your loving scorn,
My open arms and hearts have sworn.
When I return, this child brought near,
Each pain will dissolve as I've wandered here.
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