The house was silent when I woke,
I wrapped up warm and went to smoke.
I tip-toed through my cousin's home,
(when I die, it's here I'll roam.)
In the kitchen, I poured some tea
and climbed up on the window seat.
These European windows swing
inward, such a novel thing.
Old wooden shutters, they swing out
and as they do I almost shout,
apparently,...
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