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where my heart is…

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where the doors are moaning all day long,
where the stairs are leaning dusk ’till dawn,

where the windows are breathing in the light,
where the rooms are a collection of our lives,

this is a place where I don’t feel alone
this is a place that I call my home.

? I’d be so delighted if one day we move to this place that we’ll call our home. ?

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