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Home that I had lost long ago
The moment I look out of the window
There I find so many connections
My eyes never get tired of that view
A raw of houses where people live an ordinary life
That sliding window that is far from the window of my place
And a small wish to visit that pretty house
A row of tall trees, where on the top my dream lies
And the voice of leaves that singing a song for a little heart
I never get tired of that view where I find immense peace
I never get tired of looking at the neighbouring house
I never get tired to look at the street where there are voices of laughter
I never get tired to sit on veranda where I find beautiful people to share their ordinary life
I never get tired to look at the house that is there in a corner
They are still there living their lives
But there is no-one who can listen their ordinary life
And I'm somewhere far, long to listen their ordinary life
Home where I can not be anymore