Home, Poem by ray summer

Home,

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I have known the scent of the earth after rain,
i have walked beneath the weeping pines,
i have heard the trains cry out at midnight,
and still i dont have that feeling i am home

home for me is not a place but a dream,
a sunset on the horizon a voice says hello,
calling calling and i look its never for me,
i had only one love that was a good a dream.

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