I'd say I left my heart in Mongolia, but have never actually been there before.

I'd say I left my heart in Mongolia, but have never actually been there before.
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Someday we'll go to
The land of blue skies
Loved for everything I know
And everything I don't

Somewhere between mountaintops I'll let out an age-old sigh,
Feel each step on the steppe,
Walk the paths wild horses walk,
The way the takhi trod.
I'll leave all the sadness in my heart there
To be swept away by the wind
Across plains that go on
And on
And terrain untouched

My body is without the toughness of a nomad
But perhaps this heart will fit right in,
In possibly one of the coldest and warmest lands in the world.
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(possibly to be continued... on... and on...)

Edited 2019-10-02