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Home is where your heart is, a friend told me some time ago On a little piece of paper that I took with me then; Most people think of home as something stable, as something they would know; Each time I part, I'm thinking of this lttle note, and it is when                                I really miss you                                            that I imagine my heart to be in many places one of those pieces being by your side. this is a simple thing thus these lines know no rhyme - no time is used to jot them down no time is needed here to rhyme. It is only of coming home.
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Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 1:17 PM UTC
Home
Home is where your heart is, a friend told me some time ago On a little piece of paper that I took with me then; Most people think of home as something stable, as something they would know; Each time I part, I'm thinking of this lttle note, and it is when                                I really miss you                                            that I imagine my heart to be in many places one of those pieces being by your side. this is a simple thing thus these lines know no rhyme - no time is used to jot them down no time is needed here to rhyme. It is only of coming home.
Vera
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Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 1:17 PM UTC
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