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A place where we can thrive so blissful,
A place where spirits run and play,
A place where the whispers of hope bloom and fill the sky,
My home, a place to stay,
But overnight my home was taken far away from me,
I awoke from my reverie of fear and horror,
I awoke from the nightmare of last night,
This once blissful land, slaughtered and gone,
I stared at the isolated stumps and old roots, I could hear the whispers of hope and sorrow being carried away by cold winds,
A place where we had once thrived so blissfully,
A place where the spirits had once played,
A place where whispers of hope would bloom and fill the sky,
My home taken away.