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Reaching out without an answer what have you done to our mansion? peeling paper, burnt from arson bricks are falling, walls seem ancient I'm trying not to hear the rumble as the roof turns into crumble ash is falling from the mantle what happened to once pretty castle? Clinging on to little vase I might save it from the break house is wailing in the pain on my face I feel the rain Once - the happy memories and dreams of renovation turned in ruins, flames and dust and fear of relocation have to roam around the town or all across the nation to gather all my strength and guts to face the revelation Even as I walk I hear the rocks hitting the pavement blocks that stood there once so proud, now shaking the basement I stand back and watch the scene with bitter amazement as it takes away with it my chance of warm embraces
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Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 2:27 AM UTC
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Reaching out without an answer what have you done to our mansion? peeling paper, burnt from arson bricks are falling, walls seem ancient I'm trying not to hear the rumble as the roof turns into crumble ash is falling from the mantle what happened to once pretty castle? Clinging on to little vase I might save it from the break house is wailing in the pain on my face I feel the rain Once - the happy memories and dreams of renovation turned in ruins, flames and dust and fear of relocation have to roam around the town or all across the nation to gather all my strength and guts to face the revelation Even as I walk I hear the rocks hitting the pavement blocks that stood there once so proud, now shaking the basement I stand back and watch the scene with bitter amazement as it takes away with it my chance of warm embraces
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Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 2:27 AM UTC
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