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oh little table! full of cobwebs and dust
oh little table! full of cobwebs and dust
in a house full of hauntings and doorknobs of rust
you've got a crack in your leg and a split in the wood
a million memories aged out all your good
you stand stagnant in darkness, rotting away
wishing a friend would come there where you stay
a door opens and stands a man with a beard
is this something you welcome or something you fear?
he takes out his tools and fixes your pain
wiping off the dust and applying new stain
he smiles at you as he goes like a blur
a Master, a Maker, a Carpenter
