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Home that I had lost long ago

The moment I look out of the window

There I find so many connections

My eyes never get tired of that view

A raw of houses where people live an ordinary life

That sliding window that is far from the window of my place

And a small wish to visit that pretty house

A row of tall trees, where on the top my dream lies

And the voice of leaves that singing a song for a little heart

I never get tired of that view where I find immense peace

I never get tired of looking at the neighboring house

I never get tired to look at the street where there are voices of laughter

I never get tired to sit on veranda where I find beautiful people to share their ordinary life

I never get tired to look at the house that is there in a corner

They are still there living their lives

But there is no-one who can listen their ordinary life

And I'm somewhere far, long to listen their ordinary life

Home where I cannot be anymore



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