| My crumbling walls groan and complain
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| The ivory gleam is now turned to grey
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| No steps on my dusty floors
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| No one sleeps in the musty bed
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| I feel alone and desolate
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| Deprived of the splendour of the elder days
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| My baleful halls… an ode to decay
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| The piano still plays itself
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| That off-key melody
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| That makes the shadows dance and boil
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| In that frantic ball
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| Shelter of the nameless gods and ghostly shades
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| The wild moan of wind warns I shall not be dwelt in…
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| …in the starless… dismal nights…
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| … I am… haunted
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| The garden grows wild
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| The ivy crawled and hid all the gates
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| And pallid blooms of rancid scent
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| Took place when roses withered away
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| The abyss of nightmare lurks in each hole
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| And things unseen behind every door
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| But I cannot help but miss
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| The laughter of children
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| Oh come again… cross the fence… to play with me
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| (Hide and seek)
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| All the yearning sins and secrets I may keep
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| Still invoke and build that hideous fantasy
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| Ah everyone knows… I am… haunted
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| And centuries run…
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| This rotten core will never fall down
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| Laid my foundations deep in the ground
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| Defiant and silent I shall await…
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| While everyone says…
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| I am… haunted |