Lost home
Where is the place
Where flowers glow
And the moon grows
A place of imagination
A place I used to know
As time went by
I lost my map
To the place I called home
So many nights ago
And that was that
But the fire still burns
And imagination yearns
For the impossibilities it brought
The yellow brick road I followed
It will be my map to bring me back
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