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Home Again
Stepping through the door again,
The air is warm, like it remembers me.
The floors creak the same old song,
Familiar whispers beneath my feet.
The walls still wear the years gone by, ...
The air is warm, like it remembers me.
The floors creak the same old song,
Familiar whispers beneath my feet.
The walls still wear the years gone by, ...
