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Home is where the heart isLike braille for the blindAnd those who have forgottenWill never have peace in their mindsHome is where the heart isWeary feet on rocky groundWhere you can find forgivenessIn the evening's milky soundsHome is where the heart isWhere there is no passage of timeWhere no one's familiarWhere the world shines in golden lightHome is where the heart isYou can find it all aroundIn the soft rhythm of your breathIn the madness that you surround From Letras Mania