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Annie’s House
(Christoph Brill)

There's a room brimful of cases
A shelter from the storm
An asylum for the open hearted
A makeshift in perfect form

Sunbeams dry the rubble stone wall
Reminders of a summer cottage in the south of France
Some weird kind of Sunday feeling
A cordial opportunity when you seem off chance

Here's something wonderous between these walls
While circumstances getting tight on the mirrors other side
You need less than a nutshell
If everything feels right

Each room adorned with hearts
Each corner filled with mirrorcles
She's not (really) there
But she is present everywhere
In Annie's House

We started thinking the unthinkable
Found a rest to get by
Now time has come to leave this place, turn back to the human race
Leave the nest ... and fly

Each room adorned with hearts
Each corner filled with mirrorcles
She's not really there
But she is present everywhere

Each room adorned with love
Each corner filled with memories
We're no longer there
But now we're present everywhere
In Annie's House