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Your bricks stand roughed but proud While you wait for me to come home, Not knowing where I am But loyally I wait Wherever I might roam My front door Greets me with open arms Welcomes me joyfully back Then closes behind me Like end of the line for the world On its outside track Your roof defies the rain With aging tiles Shielding each one of us below, Keeping our laughter safe Held in under Absorbing the moonlight glow And the garden My magic place My place of peace and hope At sync with nature Restoring our minds So that we may cope.