Stopping by the old house one more time
wondering at the way it's shrivelled
over time it has turned from castle into cottage
however, this small place held my happiness
How could it, the walls are so cramped
still, this is the heart of the happy past
I meet my own ghost, smiling and joking
whatever tears there were are all gone
This one place is condensed in time
cleansed for bad memories
glossed over and condensed into a picture
it's a lying truth or a lie that is true
- and I love it
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