The House

An empty house, beside my own.
An empty house, nobody home.

Inside the house, a beauty there
With grey-blue eyes and scarlet hair.

But now alone the house still sits
Without the girl, without her wits.

Without her smile, or voice or hair of red

without the girl, the house sits dead.

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