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Because whether it be
In the midst of a busy day,
When the birds sing
In a beautiful harmony
And I've got things to do,
Or in the peaceful depths of night
When the world is still
And the sun is asleep,
My mind is drawn
Back to a familiar place,
Back to what it calls home.
And it's you,
It's always been you,
It will always
Be you.
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{e.o}