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The first place I called home,
Where the animals freely roam.
Where the birds never stop singing,
And the temple bells are always ringing.
I long for it on days like this,
Days when thoughts of you lead me to reminisce.
Of strangers who smile as if you're their brother
Of chai and neighbors who actually know each other.
Of a girl who’s chime-like laughter fills the room.

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