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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
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Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 10:04 AM UTC
Blue Door
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
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Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 10:04 AM UTC
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