Where is the place for me to turn
To hide my unknown ways
Perhaps beneath the willow tree
With the wind, its branches sway
Or maybe in a darkened cave
Unwelcoming and cold
Yet it could be yonder castle
Decorated with the times of old
So where is this haven that I seek
Be it willow, cave or stone
The only place that I see fit
Is the very place called home.
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