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I miss the smell
Of cigarette smoke and the cool night
Lingering on my clothes
The smell of wax melts
Spreading throughout the house
I miss the smell of home
I miss the sound
Of thunder booming in the sky
Rain hitting the window
Children laughing
Stories being told
Cars in the highway
I miss the sound of home
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