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Teen
Mag
Echoes
There's a house on Windy Corner
At the top of Breezy Hill
Standing cold, alone and empty
In the grasp of Winter's chill
Once the rafters rang with laughter
Fun and music filled the air
Sunshine poured through every window
Love lived in profusion there
Now it houses only phantoms
Ghostly voices whisper low
Time, the ultimate assassin
Plied his blade long years ago
As I brush aside the cobwebs
In each dusty room it seems
Once again I hold my memories
Broken echoes of my dreams.
Thomas Vaughan Jones
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