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my home is with you, isn't it?
looking for your street, I found my home,
my food and water comes from your hand, doesn't it?

looking for your god, I found my god..
when I found you, I became capable,
even though it was tough to get, the destination became easy,
because you are the heartbeat, and I am the heart..

all the worries were gone in smoke,
the heart is not afraid of the differences (between us),
I loved you in such a way,
that the heart doesn't get enough of love..
when I found you...
even the curved path (of love) looks straight,
and the heart doesn't get tired of walking..
the journey seems so sweet,
the heart doesn't want to stop..

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