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In my house I look around In every direction love is found As I walk right through my bedroom door The dark the gloom the creaky floor But when I go and turn on the light Everything looks perfect just right I go and run down the stairs with glee A yummy scent guiding me Into the kitchen I sprint I run A pot of stew stirred by my mum I walk down my basement stairs I see gravel dirt and moldy pears But no matter what No matter all the dust I will always love my home