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    JAKSZYK, COLLINS, FRIPP

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This house, this house is empty now These room echo with the ghosts of words These walls that no one could pull down Are crumbling and falling apart Windows framed in snowfall Summer is without end Voices in the garden When the failing light descends Come to us, oh [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible] Somehow Somehow This house is empty now These room still echo, oh This house, this house, this house

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