So welcome to a new wonderland, where the grass is green and the trees and a dream. Where the water runs everywhere and the roads are bare. The place where opportunity lies, where it’s nice to be nobody, and a nobody I am. Home is homey and life is easy. Creativity lives and neglect dies. The time has come to embrace and not shun, when everything is settled with the lack of a gun. I must say I like this place, of picturesque chills.
Welcome home.
Welcome home.
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