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Feb 2016
The yellow house with the blue door
Nobody goes there anymore
The widow sits alone
Lost in her own hailstone
 
The house thirst for its former days
Laughter it's daily calls
Trucks, blocks and dolls
Scattered throughout the halls

The sign is on the lawn
The widow is long gone
The yellow house with the blue door
Innocent
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Innocent
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