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Homes are heaven where peace reigns.

Kisses soft in the morn and moonlight,

Eyes that dazzle in the skies.

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When we write, we write of stories

Made up. 

Or those we yearn for flavors on our tongues,

Yet that with music, where grace abides.

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Christ bids welcome into the heart,

A home where warmth is inward.

A rose one evening turned the tides,

And every growing pain

With a thorn on the side.

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Flowers are on the lips stained

Pink and red.

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