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Desolation

This is your home address, you said Seems like so many years ago Now it’s a memory asset We don’t live there anymore The lawn has grown a bit too high No one shall come to sweep the leaves From the doorstep, and the sky Hangs down low over the hills Your flower beds are in decay No one will care for the tree The changes came, you went away Too soon, left no address for me

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