Blue door, seventeen
Egg to the face
Dublin boys are always running away
We'll laugh, laugh it off
You and the door
With shells covering
You are gleaming
To Anna's house we're losing soon
A place is owned by living through
The sacred space where I learnt to be true
She loved me first out loud in the living room
Selfless use of limited storage space
Leave it, drop it off,
Pick up to hang out again
To me this house it was a nest
For heavy things kept in heaving chests
There's space in here for all of our friends
The red brick, seventeen, in the two bed
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