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In my fantasies,I dream of a silent place,
Where only the birds dare to sing,
Their sweet melodies lighting up the morning.

A shelf full of books,
Each page breathing me back to life,
Whispering i belong in between the lines .

A garden blooming with flowers,
so radiant they seem to smile,
Filing the atmosphere with their fragrance.

And a fireplace comfy and enduring
Waiting eagerly to keep me warm
As i read my favorite words
It's about the love I have for a silent home, blooming with flowers, a shelf full of books, and a warm fireplace

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