I must admit I feel at home
Though I was never here before.
This feeling may be light as foam;
It may drift off and be no more;
It may sink down into the floor,
But for the moment, it is here,
And I am gratified therefore.
I want to make it very clear
That if it chance to disappear
It still was felt, and I was glad
For one brief moment in the year
To have been here. That moment had,
The rest is less important. So,
I thought you really ought to know.
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