There's a pattern of colored squares somewhere
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Laughing liars and onlookers
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And children drop the same children
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In a fervent senseless fight
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You could be one among them
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But in your house there are no doors and windows
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He is an evil unfinished verse
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Turned sideways to the city
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No guests come to you
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And neighbors, parcels, notes and letters
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The wind plays in the corners with a cobweb
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And the walls rustle like rats
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Once upon a time in the kitchen, a beautiful mother
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Cooked dinner and sang
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I hurried to hug you and your wife
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Now it's dreams from the ashes
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It's dripping from the roof here
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And the shade of yesterday's water is cloudy
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No one will hear
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Longing rests in a lump in the Adam's apple
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The oppressive pain will break
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And you are forever alone
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In a sick enchanted house
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In a sick enchanted house
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The oppressive pain will break
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And you are forever alone
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In a sick enchanted house
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In a sick enchanted house
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Do you remember that morning you learned to walk
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Happy child and voice
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Father sang your favorite tune
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And the house was full of peace
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To the fence toothless, ragged grandfather
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He stuck and, grimacing, mumbled:
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"Let me go to you for sleep and dinner"
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Palm outstretched to your mother
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"Let me go," he shouted and shook his beard
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Ugly, hunched, dirty, gray-haired
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And the house smelled of melancholy and misfortune
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Shadows and colors thickened
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Father got angry and drove the old man away
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Saying goodbye, he grinned evilly
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Ugliness is not worth, my friend, reproach
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Then you fell asleep and woke up
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The old man is a lonely envious magician
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Seeking shelter along the way
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All night I conjured and folded from papers
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Similarity to your home
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The oppressive pain will break
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And you are forever alone
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In a sick enchanted house
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In a sick enchanted house
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The oppressive pain will break
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And you are forever alone
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In a sick enchanted house
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In a sick enchanted house
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Let's squeeze it, greedily and hiccupped for a long time
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Throwing two figurines into the fire,
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And in the morning your house became the body of an old man
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So ugly and noisy
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I ate it, greedily and hiccupped for a long time
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Throwing two figurines into the fire,
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And in the morning your house became the body of an old man
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So ugly and noisy |