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Mar 2021
What is called that one home
That won’t leave me alone on the rain
And has no roof
Has no walls standing
No floor nor doors
No bed and no windows

But is more comfortable than any other
Warm as the morning in the summer
Beautiful as the songs of the birds
Indescribable by any known words

This home is you
And your embrace
And your grace
And your loving eyes
Blue as the skies
Written by
Edmundo  19/M/Brasil escreve com S
(19/M/Brasil escreve com S)   
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