Mar 2020
He sat there alone on a cold stormy night
To scared to sleep cause he was filled with fright
He do what he may and he do what he might
But he still lie alone on this cold stormy night
To scared to sleep cause he was filled with fright
He do what he may and he do what he might
But he still lie alone on this cold stormy night
(122/My house I never leave)
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