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Apr 14
For home is in the eyes of my friends and my kin,
beside the deep footsteps where my lover has been.
It is found by the shadow of the one I do miss,
next to the smell of that fragrant last kiss.
So where is my home, let me find it once more,
for it exists near my heart, of that I am sure.
Written by
Jonathan Davies
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