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Empty House
The fertile soil was the love from which they came,
But now a drought is in the land--
The trees are barren and the fields lay bare,
The laughter of the children in the house
Are vague echoes now, and nothing more;
They did what their youth required,
They left, and in a little while
Their parents died.
The house is host to spirits and to ghosts--
Who wants to buy an empty house?
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