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I sit here and think up in my room 

Of all the places where I have bloomed 

The friends I had in different places 

I can think distinctly of their faces 

The activities I participated in 

Which helped my life begin

The different homes that I have had 

Does thinking about it make me miss it? Just a tad 

All these memories will never fade away

As long as nostalgia is here to stay


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