There's a house with no door
and I'm living there;
at night it gets cold and the days
are hard inside.
There's a house with no roof,
so the rain creeps in,
falling through my bead as I try
to think out time.
I don't know you, you say you know me;
that maybe so,
there's so much that I'm unsure of.
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