Those pillars of yours
Stand uprooted silt
O, Mr House
You’re the home for mist.
Your walls blundered
You’re abandoned
O, Mr House
You’re freaking sick.
Your doors screaming
As we pass you three
O, Mr House
Woods are slicy thick.
Fans with lengthy rods
Retrieving your arrival
O, Mr House
You’re old and rival.
Your property’s cost
Least my memories within
O, Mr House
You’re my family’s heart in.
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