My home is lost in a misty day
One thousand miles away
My home is made of red bricks
And distant pictures clicks
Should you come there and take my hand
I won’t dare to believe
Will you blur my colours again?
Time will be the only treat
My home is made of a fading song
Too hard to write, too sweet to listen to
My home is where you live
One thousand miles away
I hope you have finally found your home.
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