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Rebeca Aug 2019
This peaceful place I'm calling home
Isn't a house of my own
It's the place I've grown
The place where all I've known
Is happiness and joy
It's a place you can't destroy
Because this quiet place I'm calling home
It's the feeling of you
Holding my hand and kissing my cheeks, too.

— The End —