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My song has a grandfather clock that screeches in the night and
the carpet floor that squeaks at the slightest touch and
the basement that has darkness and dampness.
My song has an enclosed park that is sorrowful and lonely and
the neighbors are rude and mean and
the reckless teens that drive crazily with no care.
My song has the memory of homeless people in cities who are depressing and frightening.
My song looks down upon the Earth which appears peaceful and beautiful.
