2018-08-01

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It stands there quietly,

Hidden by the trees, so timidly,

The house as old as time.

Yet gloomy windows shine...

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So sad, as melancholic roams,

It twirls around like foams,

Like a deadly reaper reels

Around the stranger's heels.

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No one comes here anymore,

No one cares longer, for...

In so the secrets will rot slowly

In the house, that's not so holy.

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Smeared in mysteries so long,

Those trees would tell them with their song.

They had sang them now and then,

But no one listened and they fled.

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The wind will tear them to a cry.

So hurtful is their endless try

To tell us something we should know

About the house, that's all alone...