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Home

it aint so much,

A rambling pile it must be said.

But home is my castle,

A place to rest my head.

A fire burns bright,

A book to hand

theres no place in all the land,

So come darling take my hand.

and read your story by the farside

A story of lost love & cruelty untold

Betrayed & abandoned by a girl so cold.

Into the fire I cast a spell.

So Beware to those whose taunts are bold.

A spell from a book of old

protects with magic

from those so sad and tragic.