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Home is Lost
Home is lost, faded, gone.
I’m a perpetual guest, polite and alone
Old bonds tighten, secure and strong.
How I’d sought them, forged them,
fiercely shunning uncertainty.
The castle is now a keep,
with no key.
A window looks out to sea,
beckoning and holding
treasures unknown.
I’m a perpetual guest, polite and alone
Old bonds tighten, secure and strong.
How I’d sought them, forged them,
fiercely shunning uncertainty.
The castle is now a keep,
with no key.
A window looks out to sea,
beckoning and holding
treasures unknown.
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