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As I return home, from a long
journey,
I am weary from travel.

You are there waiting for me,
Climbling into your lap,

As a small child, resting for
awhile.

Leaning my head on your shoulder,
With your arms wrapped around me.

Snuggled in your embrace,
I draw from your strength.

In the evening, when all is quiet,
Being rocked in the cradle of your
love.

I am most happy there.

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