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 d___ed! 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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