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At 1:00 When the world is quite And mine is not Feeling home sick Which doesn't exist Suffering Wishing the pain to go away Home far far away The nearest I can go is a house Of bricks and cement
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May 11
May 11, 2026 at 3:26 PM UTC
Home not a house
At 1:00 When the world is quite And mine is not Feeling home sick Which doesn't exist Suffering Wishing the pain to go away Home far far away The nearest I can go is a house Of bricks and cement
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May 11
May 11, 2026 at 3:26 PM UTC
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