My House
I've got a house of my own A cathedral to pray for my sins A mausoleum that grieves all my lives A fort that lets me hide An ice palace where I could live my lonely life A garden were the fallen ones decompose And my dreams bloom,an ecosystem of it own. A swifty's story where my romeo come for me And above all,a grave where I am buried and reborn
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