| This dirty mansion old and gray
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| Have once upon a time seen better days
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| The window now abide in gloom
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| There’s no one living in these rooms
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| The masters left it long ago
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| Abandoned shadows dwell within its walls
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| This house have had its palmy days in joy
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| Once the girls would dance and sing
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| The boys played by the pool
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| It was a house of plenty
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| A pleasure to the eye
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| The golden age went by
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| Now gloomy shadows wanders through these rooms
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| Deserted to the dancing dust
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| And echoes of the past
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| From a house of plenty
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| Then something flickered by
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| The corner of my eye
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| I do not know his history
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| Or who this shape once was
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| His eyes looks sad drained on faith
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| He hovers just an inch or two
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| Above the dusty floor
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| A face so pale, with a hollow soul
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| He’s reaching out his hand
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| Displays a golden coin
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| It’s not important anymore
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| The old man told a tale of long ago
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| An age of wealth and prosperity
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| An age that soon would die
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| At the house of plenty
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| A pleasure to the eye
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| That golden age went by
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| This mansion old and gray
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| Have once upon a time
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| Seen better days
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| The masters left it long ago
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| Abandoned shadows dwell within its walls
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| No matter what all wealth can bring
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| In the end it do not mean a thing
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| If visions fade and hope decays
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| If future plans ideals bertay
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| You’d better you’d better watch out
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| For every house of plenty. |
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