Old House

Take a walk with me

Let me show you around

This is the old front door that sticks

Leads to the hallway, loaded with goods

The hall seat

Complete with high-back, hat hooks and mirror 

There are stains on the step

Left from my dog

Now long gone

Move up the stairs

I remember every creek

I know just where to step

So as not to wake anyone

I always return so late

That’s my room, in the corner

Where I hatched all my plans

Where I dreamed of you at night

Here’s the window I crawled out from

Sit on the roof

I count the millions of stars

Take a walk with me

Let me show you around

Like you, this old house

Was a good friend of mine

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