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When the fleeting warmth of this cold day
runs down the worn brick walls
into the hard ground...
Then I remember that this place is not my home.
It never was. It never will be either.
runs down the worn brick walls
into the hard ground...
Then I remember that this place is not my home.
It never was. It never will be either.
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It's sad. What place is this referring to?