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"Home, sweet home Two walls that I can stare Friends or foes Something they just can't share In my own division of the space I can breathe Miracles of fame and money Haunt the breeze An endless field Windy Autumn nights A Fireplace A fusion of burning hearts And butterflies Caught in the traps of snakes Black snakes The tube trains like to stamp Shades, white shades Protruding from my lamp In my own division of time I can breathe Prisoner of the supreme laws of biology "