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I lit my purest candle close to my
Window, hoping it would catch the eye
Of any vagabond who passed it by,
And I waited in my fleeting house
Before he came I felt him drawing near;
As he neared I felt the ancient fear
That he had come to wound my door and jeer,
And I waited in my fleeting house
`Tell me stories,` I called to the Hobo;
`Stories of cold,` I smiled at the Hobo;
`Stories of old,` I knelt to the Hobo;
And he stood before my fleeting house
`No,` said the Hobo, `No more tales of time;
Don`t ask me now to wash away the grime;
I can`t come in `cause it`s too high a climb,`
And he walked away from my fleeting house
`Then you be damned!` I screamed to the Hobo;
`Leave me alone,` I wept to the Hobo;
`Turn into stone,` I knelt to the Hobo;
And he walked away from my fleeting house Send " Morningglory" Ringtone to your Cell