I lived in a Home of Playing Cards
And a giant Stonehenge in the center,
The druids come to visit with no regards
To what the walls scream when they enter,
There goes falling my Home of Cards,
Lost as a snowflake in deserts of winter,
The druids had passed all my golden guards,
And prayed for change from a stone inventor,
They passed through me, I resented the yards
And as they crossed, I loved each of them, a mentor
Who dreams of freedom demanded in shards
From a solid house that's such a quick fainter?
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