we were there
when the sakuras bloom
when the volcano
spews smoke and we were
there
when the winds of the lake
blow the sails of the
old boat where children
wonder what is this all
about,
we were there and we took
the view of aliens,
you have not seen it when
they were real
actually, i did not like it,
when we are far away,
we miss as always the
old and familiar
why do we always have a
home?
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