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Where Do You Live?

If you stop me randomly on the road,

And ask me where I live,

I will, for a fact,

Say your address,

And then, sadly,

Correct myself.

Because, I don't live there anymore, do I?

But home stays on the tip of the tongue,

Like home will always be the home,

Like the home I forever had,

Like the home with your address.

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