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Home Is Where The Flowers Bloom
Home is where the flowers bloom
and children love to play,
And mother's whispered lullaby
Is heard at end of day.
Home is where the Bible's read
and children learn to pray
Before they hurry off to school
and put their toys away.
Home is where you live a dream
that others make come true
Because they love you as you are
and want the best for you.
Home is where the years fly by
on wings of solid gold.
And memories are precious gems
To treasure when we're old.
Home is where the flowers bloom
although we are apart,
And we can smell the roses
forever in our heart.
Clay Harrison
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