Immortal Mansion Macabre
The white house on the hillside
Bright as ivory,
Entombs lost generations,
Coffined lovingly.
The mausoleum glimmers,
Glinting skull-white pale
A marble paradise where
Ancestors prevail…
Hearken! Hear them wail!
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