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The faded red curb out front,

The same-old tan exterior.

The jaded neighbors, so blunt,

The beginnings, none much drearier.

My beginning, so humble,

My beginning, far from the end.

My beginning, I won’t stumble,

My beginning, from there I ascend.

That house, where I met all my friends,

That house, where I started to write.

That house, where I had no dividends,

That house, where I started to do right.

Even though I’m gone, I’ll always remember,

Even though I’m gone, and out to roam,

Even though I’m gone, society’s new member,

Even though I’m gone, I’ll always be home.