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I stand in the middle of the room,

The curtains rustle in the wind,

The furniture is there now,

Arranged and neatly pinned.

Then and there I close my eyes

And sway as time goes by,

All doors are open, frames are wide,

My spirits reach the sky.

You take my hand so soft and gentle,

Spin me to the sound,

You lift me up and take a lead,

I’m off now, off the ground.

‘This is only ours’ you whisper

A promise to behold,

For all eternity and more

Until together we grow old.

But it’s not solely the place,

It’s not the pretty things

That make it home to you and me -

There’s more to spread the wings.

Cause a home’s only a home

Where you can really feel

Present there and then now

-        A mystical appeal.

It resonates from wall to wall,

From ground to ceiling high,

That makes us whole and wholesome,

-A breath- and then we fly.