welcome home
the smell of freshly cut grass and smoke
the weight on my chest that's finally
flying away
the taste of the sunrise and the wind in the morning
and the sound of the stars singing to the moon
welcome home
the smell of freshly cut grass and smoke
the weight on my chest that's finally
flying away
the taste of the sunrise and the wind in the morning
and the sound of the stars singing to the moon
welcome home
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