The Hilltop House There is a house up on the hillHidden in the trees and ivyA keepsake for someone long lostI love to spend my time up thereI walk the garden paths aloneAnd search for secrets yet untoldAnd when the moon is full and brightAt night the memories returnTo haunt the empty house once moreBehind the books, a silver keyI found one afternoon, surprisedTo never have seen it beforeA key to a most curious find –A box of wood, carefully hiddenDeep in the shadows of the atticInside the box, some letters and a diary –A cage for thoughts and feelings left untoldThe pages of a story with sad endingHe'd been the fri
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