Hidden stories

I live in a simple house on top of the hill
The paint on the woodwork has already faded
No one is hearing my cries, I keep myself still
It has been a long time when someone invaded

I let the seawind blow my gloomy thoughts away
After all my disillusions I closed my door
I hide my desolate tears in a rainy day
Because no one I knew comes along anymore

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