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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






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