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My House

MY HOUSE
My house in the village
Is desolated like old wells,
Once provider of shelter,
Now waiting someone to take shelter,
It has within it passed years
Like a baby in the womb,
Ancestors, their memories,
Can we live the passed time again,
Will science provide us,

The privelege to return in the past,
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