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Show JUST FOLKS By Edgar A. Quest LONELY. They're all away And the house Is still. And the dust lies thick u the window sill. And the .stairway creaks In a solemn tone, This taunting phrase: "You're all alone" They've gone away And the rooms are bare. I miss his cap From a purlor chair. And I miss the toys In tho lonely hall, But most of all 1 miss his call. I miss the shouts And the laughter gay Which greeted me At the close of day. And there Isn't a thing In the house wo own But sobbingly says. "You are all alone " It's only a house That is mine to know. An empty house Thut Is cold with woe. Like a prison grim With its bars of black. And It won't be homo Till they all como back. |