Under the roofs of so many houses
there are many a story to be told.
If the roofs could utter what they hear
they’d shudder at words so cold.
They cover the house. They cover the pain
and wish that they could somehow refrain
from all the fighting words they hear,
from all the cries and every tear.
But all they can do is silently cover
all those words from an unhappy lover.
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