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Deserted
Knock at the door,
Perhaps the wind gushed over,
Minutes later the door was pushed back and back,
It lied wide open,
She came in with a roll in her hand,
Sitting on the bed together they ate,
On that icy cold night the door felt no push,
She died on her way,
He died on his bed,
Years later came the daughter and the son,
They sold the house and the bed along with.
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Perhaps the wind gushed over,
Minutes later the door was pushed back and back,
It lied wide open,
She came in with a roll in her hand,
Sitting on the bed together they ate,
On that icy cold night the door felt no push,
She died on her way,
He died on his bed,
Years later came the daughter and the son,
They sold the house and the bed along with.
© All Rights Reserved
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