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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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