I’m just a home, a lonely home
My walls are made from wood and stone
Some people come and some are gone
And only wind sing sad-sad song.
No light inside. It’s gating cold.
The walls are shaking, coming old.
Where is no stranger, there’s no life
Home haven’t ears, home haven’t eyes.
To do something the home decides
To make the fire, kindle light
Become a
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