I found this photography website and it had the most hauntingly beautiful song playing as you looked at the photos.
There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills...
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust..
This is a place that I don't feel alone
This is a place that I call my home.......
And I built a home
for you
for me
Until it disappeared
from me
from you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust........
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
By the cracks of it's skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When a gust of wind came to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held on me
I held on as tightly as you held on me......
Cause, I built a home
for you
for me
Until it disappeared
from you
from me
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust........
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