lullabeth
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There was small wooden houseAt the edge of the greenIt was there, yet it wasn’tFor it never was seen
Save by two little laddiesWho came by the wayAnd traipsed ‘long the pathwayOne crisp autumn day
Fighting to keep the past behind
Fighting to keep the ground underneath my feet
While all around the world dissolves to ashes
All around me
