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Dew dripping from the flowering buds,
sweet juice for the grass.
Wind chimes drifting in the open air,
as the sun shines through the glass.

Hedgehogs shuffling through the wild at night,
looking for a place to rest.
Whilst the boar rampage through the ancient forest,
leaving behind a mess.

So when I come back from all my travels,
of all the places I wished to roam,
I often say to myself:
"Oh, how wonderful it is to call this place my home."