If home is where you’re what you are,
Then I’m at home with you,
And be that sitting in a bar
Or walking through the dew.

You give me such a sense of peace
And couldn’t do me wrong.
I hope our bond shall never cease
But last my whole life long.

And yet I’m but a satellite
In orbit round your sun;
It isn’t me you kiss goodnight
But some more cherished one.

Yet I’m the last one to complain;
It’s not as if I’m out for gain.

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