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Aug 2013
Look at us, how much we've grown
We've traveled far, our bodies worn
We built this home, of sticks and stone
Washed out cuts, broke our bones
Through thick and thin, we swore it loud
These humble walls, our gracious home
I must endure it all alone.
??/??/2012
Steven Hill
Written by
Steven Hill  Lake Elsinore
(Lake Elsinore)   
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