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Every night
Every morning
Its all the same as if things never change
The beds are hard
As if they are made of stone
Every dinner
Every breakfast
Its all the same
Mash potatoes and chicken
As one evening a hand swiftly
Offered to help as I fell on my back
Sending shivers up my arm
Taking me to a farm
A family of six
And with cosy blankets
Made of yarn
Oh how I love home