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old house stands on the hill
She is empty and alone
Her doors are scratched and her window sills
And she waits in vain for someone to make their home
She faces down to the town
looks so sad and drab in the light
But has beauty all around
At night a transformation comes into sight.
Orange skies just before the sun goes down
Spreads a vision of beauty all around.
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