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The Lights Are On but No One Is Home​
The lights are on, but no one's home,
these glimmered eyes, lamps left on long ago,
dimmed to dreams of a new life to come.
The lights are on but no one's home.
Damn these thoughts in their deafening sum!
This wringing is all I know.
The lights are on but no one's home,
these glimmered eyes, lamps left on long ago.
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