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The old Farmhouse.
The crumbling old farmhouse,grey against the sky,
Almost acts as a warning, to passers by.
Here is where the dew never settles,
This is the place the sun never shines.
No cheerful voices, or happy laughter,
Come from the farmhouse to be lost on the wind.
Only sad echoes, which come from the past-
The farmhouse is dead, and resting at last.
