Jun 2017
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Home at last,
A place I played my memories,
And dream't all my fantasies,
Were melodies had begun.
Oh, how I grew so fast,
Yet I'm so glad to be home at last.
Home at last,
A place I played my memories,
And dream't all my fantasies,
Were melodies had begun.
Oh, how I grew so fast,
Yet I'm so glad to be home at last.
(NCJ)POETRYProductions. ©2017
(23/M/Philippines)
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