We're playing house.
It's fine for now.
Mouths are being fed. Sleep is fun.
But it will run sour.
Milk goes sour and so will we.
And the blame will be mutual so,
enjoy the game.
It's dark.
It's dark, because the candles are't here.
No candles, no matches.
No fire, no burning.
Just sour,
But the house will remain.
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