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Everyday, I dream Of a home: A place Where the sky Is so clear, So wide, With no end, With no clouds, Where the rivers Are mixed With no blood, With no tears, And the hearts Are white Like snow. A place Where there Are no masters, And slaves, Where at Daytime, I weave My poems Of love, And beauty, Of liberty, And peace, And at night, I sleep With no fear In my eyes, With no doubt In my mind, With no pain In my heart. A place Where people Are brothers, And women Are equal To men, Where love Is dearer To the hearts Than gold. Everyday, I dream Of a place That I can Call home. Everyday, Everyday. Written January 5th, 2002 © on Jan 05 2002 02:00 AM PST 10 • 0 • 8
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