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 I went into a house and it wasn’t a house— Slow white petals from the may-tree fall; But it hasn’t got a blackbird, A blackbird, A blackbird, It isn’t like a house at all.



I went into a house, and I thought it was a house, I could hear from the may-tree the blackbird call But nobody listened to it, Nobody Liked it, Nobody wanted it at all.