Going back to that old house

Dilapidated crumbling walls

The memory of the bright red paint

And gilt framed mirrors shining back

A warmth that’s maybe gone for good.

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I know this was a special home

Once upon a time

I still can hear the ghostly laughs

Whistling through the rooms

They were happy times indeed

But can we bring it back to life

Or is this house a broken dream

The time of death’s already called

And this sweet love cannot be fixed

With sorry whispered in deaf ears.