They say you can't go home again
I say that they are wrong
How often do I spend my hours
In childhood's sunny fields?
My friends and enemies of yore
Still visit me at times
And all my lovers, every one
Still whisper words I cherish
My home is all that I have been
And all I will become
Today I celebrate my life
Embracing all its hours.
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