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An old abandoned house,
White frame, stands on the hill
And looks down here on me.
A feeling always still Lingers about its walls
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We were young in Oklahoma,
Going out into the sun
Of the dry plains' early summer
And a world we hoped to stun. Interviews on wavy pavement,
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An Old Abandoned House

An old abandoned house,
White frame, stands on the hill
And looks down here on me.
A feeling always still Lingers about its walls
Each time I look around.
The windows, vacant, stare.
There never is a sound. And yet it seems to live.
Its memories float inside
In rooms I cannot see,
A former life to hide Of some time in the past
When children's voices called
Where grasses now stand still
And dead tree limbs are sprawled. I wonder on the house,
The life that once was there.
But it stands silent, mocking me,
Continuing to stare.

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