Home My Sweet Home

Wherever we are, and wherever. The time comes and we are strongly drawn to the place where our childhood passed. Home, my sweet home. I know that nothing is left of you. But my memory is always warm from memories. It rises on a high hill and shines from afar, like a mountain erected on a mountain, with pyramids and towers carved from solid diamond blocks and golden rocks.

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