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Mar 2014
I look out the window, I walk in the street
I look around at this place, and I feel complete
I walk to the forest, to the sound of birdsong
This is the place I truly belong

I have seen so many of the world's greatest sights
But I belong here, it's my place by rights
I've seen much of the world, from Beijing to Rome
But here's the only place that I'd call my home
New Zealand is where I belong, and the only place that feels like home.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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