.Cause there I a house made of black stone,
And it sits at the end of the road.
Iæ paint it red and itæ¯ forgotten.
Some say. That Iæ disappear>
That Iæ disappear.
That Iæ disappear.
This isnæ° automatic.
This is impossible.
We all are far from tragi.
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