My Childhood Home I See Again
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James McLain
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When the hill comes into view.
I see the great roof top.
And all the memories trapped within,
I feel my lost childhood.
Buried deep beneath the ground.
My childhood toys were lost.
And light it feels to me,
as if it's closer than the dark.
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