The air of home,
Brings a familiar feeling to my bone,
When you smell where you dwell,
It's something you can't sell,
It's a reminder of my upbringing,
And the memories still clinging,
It's a warm feeling undescribed,
For a behaviour prescribed,
That makes you get along,
Automatically in a place you belong,
Feeling at home is rare,
It's a hidden feeling in the air.
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