I look at the house in the distance,

In know what that house is,


The only place where can be out of sight.


Out of sight and out of mind,

The happiness will all be just for me,

I do not want to share it,

And I will not share it.


The bright outside walls fill me with unspoken joy,

The foliage around excites my thirst for adventure,

Without this house, all my delight will go extinct

I want to grab it and never let go, or so it tells me, my instinct.


Here it is, the door to the house, KNOCK

The happiness, it doesn’t want me here, KNOCK.

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