I'm alone)

I'm alone at home still yet
On the wall there was portret
By old women's blaind eye's
Steped fly's, fly's, fly's
"Isn't good, "I'm asked then
"Under glass in your adem?"
From her cheeck stepout fly
Sudenly old women cry:
"But to you in own home,
Isn't feeling good alone?"

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