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There is a place maybe not around

Where happiness is the humid 

Even the mongrels sniff

Where love is not a gift to surprise

It glows and blazes like an inferno..

Can melt out darkness out of a deuce

There, in the vast of the sky, am not a star 

But I still shine bright not of my glare

People there care not of dazzle or the glam

There is a shine through which we look at anotheranother
The warmth that flows in our veins

Is all the blood that binds us

At that home of ours

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