Now I've got the funds
I've lost that pressing need
To set out for the world
Traveling so far that only leads
To another temporary homeland
The world is like the richest bank
That only loans you so much
To pay back the debt of fate
With a variable interest rate
But how account for the miracles
You can only see by sitting still
Once in Samos we struggled
Through the soaring heat
Combing the ancient streets
But now I can only imagine the relief
we felt getting back to air conditioning
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