A big beautiful house in the forest
Mary inherited, and we came inside
The cutest guy was my friend
With whom she got into a fight
The front door was never locked
Even on that darkest night
I did want to stay there
Letting all the troubles ride
As they started mawing
I grew jealous and ran outside
I was starving and sorry
That I had to fly light
Startled by a shadow
Behind the dark trees
I went rapidly back
There was something
Wrong with the house
But I couldn't tell exactly what
I found nobody home
Except for a crookback old lady
Who was trying to set the clock
I asked her about my friends
She giggled and said she
Had been the only tenant there
For one hundred years

Aram Stefanian

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