Home

Oh home what made your old walls
 So precious
Not cold of winter I knew
What made your dust of summer 
So dearest
Not floods of fall I knew
Oh home what made your love
 So deep rooted
Not  good days that we had
Your love I sipped 
From pap
 Breast of my mom
Oh  home your love was seeded
With hand warm of my dad
So deep
So (dear)       
 In my heart so deep
Rejoiced
 In cradle tales of my grandma
In my core 
I carry (song)  
My home
in things yours
No gold i knew 
 But spill of yours 
in love dwelt in; that I know

homei do not know?

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