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Don Bad
Good Night and Morning
In the Yellow House
The road leads winding to the yellow house
Forsaken by the mountain, it me watching
Guarding his garden gone wild
Old mossy apple trees
There is scrap litter all over the yard
Rusty cart wheels and pieces of fence
Just like yesterday organized
There are thoughts in my head
A pale beautiful Sunday morning
I thought again how everything could have been
I felt the wind tearing the curtains I ate
In the yellow house
Sometime long ago at this time of year
A gentleman ate his breakfast on the porch
In the garden then the children ran
Now the road is grassy, u200bu200bthe windows are broken< br/>On a pale beautiful Sunday morning
I thought again how everything could have been
I felt the wind tearing the curtains I ate
In the yellow house
In the yellow house
And I just hope< br/>You didn't win again
And I hope you didn't win again
Start to start
In the Yellow House
In the Yellow House