The house by the lake
Why is nobody talking about the old house at the edge of the lake? I can't be the only one who sees it Could it only be in my head? Maybe John Cena lives in it There has to be a reason why everyone else cannot see it I swear I am not losing my mind It's even a mansion Perhaps in another dimension It looks a bit lonely Nobody seems to be home It's most likely abandoned They are probably never coming home I can't keep my eyes off it I wonder what's really inside I should probably pay it a visit It doesn't seem to have any life The flowers in the garden are all dead It's covered by trees with moss on the walls Might be a forgotten forest inside A treasure awaiting The mystery won't solve itself I'll have to be mysterious Moving like a mysterion I better have a flashlight in hand I wouldn't want to get flashbacks of my dark days
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