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 I lit my purest candle close to my
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 Window, hoping it would catch the eye
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 Of any vagabond who passed it by
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 And I waited in my fleeting house
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Before he came I felt him drawing near
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 As he neared I felt the ancient fear
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 That he had come to wound my door and jeer
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 And I waited in my fleeting house
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 "Tell me stories," I called  to   the Hobo
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 "Stories of cold," I smiled  at  the Hobo
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 "Stories of old," I knelt   to  the Hobo
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 And he stood before my  fleeting house
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 "No," said the Hobo, "No more tales of time
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 Don't ask me now to wash away the grime
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  I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb"
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 And he walked away from my fleeting house
Re#                    Do#add9    Sol#/Do Do#maj7
 "Then you be damned!" I screamed to the Hobo
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 "Leave me alone," I wept    to the Hobo
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 "Turn into stone," I knelt   to the Hobo
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 And he walked away from my  fleeting house
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