Poem 7

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In every step, a journey's end,
Through winding roads and turns that bend.
A place where love and dreams reside,
A home where hearts can safely hide.

When shadows fall and nights grow cold,
A guiding light, a hand to hold.
In every heart, the truth is known,
No matter where, you're not alone.

With every mile, the bond grows strong,
A chorus sung, a hopeful song.
No matter where our paths may roam,
Together we will find our home.

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