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Home is where i  always go

a  gentle breeze waits there I know.

 A smile upon your face so fair

the sunlight glowing in your hair.

When I step inside the door

cares of life are no more.

Then I lock the world outside

in you, I know I can confide.

No matter where I chance to roam

a gentle breeze will blow me home.

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