and the walls are red
It seems that I am not alone
The floor is white stone
My brother is standing and not lone
It seems that I want to go to bed
The floor is white stone
and the walls are red
The people are wide crowds
and the building is black
For many they see cows.
The people are wide crowds
For very few they see them bow
In the building that had a crack
The people are wide crowds
and the building is black
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