New streets filled with unfamiliar faces
New streets filled with unfamiliar faces New moments filled with unfamiliar fears
The sounds and smells a bit more strong
The sounds and smells a bit more strong The air a bit more hot and humid
But I look up
The Sky
The Sky is the same
The people,
The people, though different,
The people, though different, are still human
And the place,
And the place, though unfamiliar,
And the place, though unfamiliar, can still become home
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