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A Home tis not Four walls surrounded by empty and callous Hatred, anger, acrimony and malice Silence, depression, anguish and sadness Lonely, single, oppression and madness This chamber alone, stands in disparity What is needed here is love and charity Then through the door a vision did rise Blonde flowing hair, kindness in your eyes Love emanating, affection set free Just what this chamber wanted to be Emotions flowing with amazing grace Time for a transition to take place With all this love now ready to clone Watch as the chamber turns to a home |
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