I will find the peace
In which restlessness hides.
You think you are free from everything,
But you are just a blind bird in a cage.
Let sleep evade you,
for it is because you are not where you should be.
That is why within the house of yours dwells a chill.
Ignite the fire of your heart,
And let your home be filled with it from within.
The warmth of your Home
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