Through Sweet Peach Lane
I wandered through Sweet Peach Lane
On a summer’s eve
And what I found on that day
Was hard for me to believe.
Beyond the road there was a house
That seen some better days
And back were fields of violets blue
That seemed to die away.
The house that was an ever white
Was now an ever rust
And its beauty, like a rose,
Had shriveled into dust.
For no soul had lived inside
No more than a century
And all that lurks inside the house
Is the sad grief memory.
I glanced a moment and in my mind
I questioned its own state
For what would lead this marvel beauty
Into its horrid fate?
I continued on through Sweet Peach Lane
And took in one last glance
Of the house left behind
Never given a second chance.
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