In there I kept my life, behind those walls
Where you looked in windows, peered round doors
But no more are you welcome, no more, no more.
Once you turned away there was no room to turn back
the path was too narrow and the brambles too thick
so you went on your way, walk away, walk away.
The drafts whistle through the halls and stairs
the air is chill and the rooms are bare
All closed up and quiet now, hush, hush, still.
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