Home Is Where The ❤️ Is Once covered and warm, to keep out that uncontrollable storm. Notes sing a blissard tune, if only they get louder and keep playing until June. No notes are singing in sight, so now i'll have to give up the fight. I must leave bare my warmth and cover to walk the streets with no lover. My angel came through to sing those notes for me, to appear in the form of a money tree. Now I have found the light, the warmth from that I had won the fight. By Michaela. X
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