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home is where the heart cries.

I live in a house with a soul like mine, its old,
I live in a house with a heart like mine , its cold.
I live in a house with a body like mine, its bare.

I live in a home with a soul like mine, it's new.
I live in a home with a heart like mine, its warm.
I live in a home with a body like mine, it there.

Home is where the soul lye's,
Where the heart cries,
Where the body dies.

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

nardine sanderson,

Good write, Thanks for sharing

Home is where the soul lye's,
Where the heart cries,
Where the body dies.

Love, regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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