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"Every day I walk home,
Past the lights; through the cars;
Down a street; looking at a
Mysterious house from the outside.

Walking past every day,
Every time just looking away,
Just wondering what
It had to say.

Maybe its lonely,
And has no friends.
Maybe its just old,
And met its very end.

For all this; I'll never know.
Cause now the time has come,
I have to go. No walks past the

old house.
What's inside, I'll never know."



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