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This Old House

This old house is alone

Dark and damp

Where there used to be sunshine

Now is gloom

 

There are a lot of rooms

Plenty of places to hide

But you hear nor see any children

Just the quiet

 

The walls whisper

In the deep night

Mirrors watch you

Everywhere you go

 

There used to be laughter

Now only tears

Someone died

Deep inside

 

This old house

Has been through storms

Hail and snow

Thunder and lightning

 

Yet came out strong

Has many memories

Of past and future

Just another home

 

Open the window

Let out the dust

Mop the floors

Let them shine

 

The spider on the wall

Has been here too long

A beautiful web

She has weaved

 

But this old house

Needs to let her go

It needs lots of work

People to come and go

 

 

 

 

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