Home is the place where, when you have to go there,
They have to take you in.
“I should have called it
Something you somehow haven’t to deserve.”

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Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief;
So dawn goes down to day,
Nothing gold can stay.