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The Looking Glass

Home is home.

The warmth of fire lights the room.

The window shatters light inside.

I find my place. It's home. Mine

and I stand. Here.

My violins play on the frozen lake.

It's music. It's home. Mine

and I stand. Here

I watch from inside. It's cold.

I stand alone. I stand. My place. Mine

and I stand here.

And here I was, I am and I stand.

Bound by these windows

that shatter my soul.

Home is home.