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That dark house at the end of your childhood,

the bricks and cement of memories,

and the regret of those you let fall.

She came to me here, and kissed me at the end of the world,

goodbye sweet prince of my eyes,

goodnight black owl of my heart,

i have to leave on the next train she said,

and left me there with the whisper of heartbreak.

Honesty is my cross to bare,

but better that than the sinful lies you withhold.