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They all say, "Your heart is at home,"
And sometimes I think I couldn't agree more
But in this time, while I'm at this place
I constantly feel like I'm peering into the face
Of people that I've known forever
Even though the time spent together
Is short in some ways, but long in most
We have the time of our lives, as guest and host
We are all our own, in different ways
Though never will it ever prevent the plays
In which are acted so perfectly, as if natural
Maybe they are, and maybe that's special.
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