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There is no place like home Not even a big vita-foam Can give me the comfort You bring forth Not even an expensive and high-speedy car Can take me so far To a country as beautiful, A nation as colorful And lovely as my home. My sweet home The place where I learnt to talk The floor where I learnt to crawl The environment where I learnt to walk A palace where I came to love. Even if you be made of mud Or of block There will never Be a place as deserving As loving And as comfortable as my home.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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