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The Little House

The little house by the sea

felt so calm, bold and free.

Yet at times it cried out loud,

it was so lonely every night!

The little house did not share

its deepest secrets, with none but me.

Now that I was gone away,

the little house could only pray!

Bilde av Leonardo Rossatti fra Pexels

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