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All my life I've longed and strived With hope to find my home Home A place to call my own Gold that never grows Old Old One who learnt to earn One who's not afraid to run, Mad Mad Is just a word For those we don't understand Understand Not just to discern But to give love a chance Love Empowers one Their fear to overcome Fear A stream of tears Screaming in the Inner Ear The Ear That will hear When your mind isn't clear The Mind Is not blind To a world that's so unkind Home Is where we heal A refuge where we can be still
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