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In that house where you are awaited, Where the light does not fade at night, There the wind drops its leaves Through the sun in the backyard,

There all is always forgiven, There are no offended children, There everyone's conscience is clean, And mothers resemble fairies.

In that house the tea is brewed, And lilacs perfume the garden, There eternal May dwells in every heart, And eternal day in every soul.

That house is covered by a carpet Of bright autumn stars, No filth is carried from that home, Eyes are kissed away from tears.

An angel guards everyone's sleep there, A candle will burn down to dawn, There laughter in the mornings in unison For long thousand years.

I wish for all to find That place of peace and calm, For it is so important—to discover Your home. Luminous. Most dear of all…