When I was young, it seemed to me
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The whole outdoors was wild and free,
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The land was frozen tundra then
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When I was at the age of ten.
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We'd ski across the fields until
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The house was hidden by a hill,
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And only smoke would mark the spot
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Where mother kept the chocolat hot.
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Oh! how I'd like to go again
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Back to the time when I was ten,
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To have that warm assurance still
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That home is just across the hill.
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You say a lot in those last two lines.
I like to think that we're always home. But the
older I get, the more I wish that the "think"
could be a "know".
*s.t.*