The Old Gray Barn
You stand alone
Weathered and torn
Overgrown by weeds and thorns
There is something about you
That I cannot explain-
A mystique that draws me in
As I sit and gaze upon you
You give me a sense of belonging
In a world without understanding
You are the one constant in my life
That gives me peace and not strife
You're more to me than just the
Gray old barn
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