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When i miss home
I carry him to the city pub
I drink with him untill dawn
Talk to him untill dawn
Loiter with him inside the empty
Bottle untill dawn
When he get drunk at the end of the night
And tell me that he is also without a home
I took a handkerchief out of my pocket
And wipe his tears
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Posted: Sep 2014
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