There once was a house--

A small house upon a hill--

Battered-- leaking-- and barely standing,

But standing still on will.


Within the house lived a man--

An old man upon a staff--

Mute-- frail-- and barely standing,

But standing still on will.


In the window sill were yellow daisies--

Daisies his sweet Marie once loved--

He cherished them, love and tender care--

For that was how his sweet Marie's memory lived on.

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One day horror struck the...