There's a red brick building,
Roof layered in slate,
With moss on on the flashing
Like mold on a cake,
It has an old white barn door,
That blocks out the rain,
Inside there's an old man,
I can't tell you his name,
He's the source of much sorrow
And he wont go away.
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