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Empty so long that dust filled your halls, Paper hung loosely from your ceilings and walls. No sounds had been heard in your rooms for some time, Now this beautiful house, you, are all mine. |
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I open the door and take my first step, The air it smells musty as I take my first breath. In wonder and awe I glance all around, Amazed at my home and its beauty abound. |
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Over the weeks the sparkle returns, The walls newly painted, warm fires they burn. Now truly at home, I'm one with this place, Now that I'm settled, my life I can face. |
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Tired and weary from all my days tasks, I stroll to my room, to sleep, happy at last. I fall into slumber so quickly it seems, A wonderful feeling, my home so serene. |
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Like a comforting blanket it enfolds you so tight, Cradles you, guards you, in your dreams every night. I never knew why, you were empty so long, I know you entered my heart, and here I belong. |
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Copyright Dreambeliever 2001 |
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