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This is my place
This is for me
And if death comes for me tomorrow
Heaven should be here
Right here
Perhaps with the addition of books
Arranged neatly on a shelf
With pen and paper that never run out
And a teapot like that too
This is my place
And if life's path should lead me on
This place shall live forever in my mind
And in dreams, I live on in it

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