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Home is that place on the map on the wall
Of which you cannot read the name anymore
Because too many fingers have pointed there
And have rubbed off the printing on the surface.

Home is that place in your heart
That you can't eyplain with a name
But that you recognize immediately
By the feeling you have when you're there.



91 Home is that place on the map on the wall Of which you cannot read the name anymore Because too many fingers have pointed there And have rubbed off the printing on the surface. Home is that place in your heart That you can't eyplain with a name But that you recognize immediately By the feeling you have when you're there.
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