Full of luxuries and stories
Nearly ten of them,
Some would say,
And even more rooms!
You stand at the steps,
At the grand height
And you think to yourself,
This is not quite the same,
When I'm awake here at night.
Your hands clutch the banister,
You look down with a frown.
That noise could be nothing.
But still, you look around.
You'll find that it's something
Patiently waiting, way down.
So the dangers, you imagine
Inside your palace,
Which is lit up by moon.
One of those thoughts is right.
It's been ten years and counting
Some say even more
Now your body holds more scars
Than you've ever counted before.
It was a wonderful house.
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