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I miss my home and all that it is, Full and loud, it is what it is, It is all that I miss. I miss my sister's smile, I miss my books and files, I love my cold kitchen tiles. The normal bend of my bed,
Loving God,  teach me to be silent,so that I can stay close to youand listen as you speakwithin my heart and through what I see, hear and what men Speak. 
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