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Text písně This house

This house
This house is empty now
These rooms
Echo with the ghosts of words
These walls
That no one could pull down
Are crumbling and falling apart


Windows framed in snowfall
Summers without end
Voices in the garden
When the fading light descends


Come to us all


I read your letter
Sundown
What's the matter?
All of that  incessant chatter
Silence
I don't understand what the rain
means


Sundown


This house is empty now
These rooms still echo


This house
This house

					

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