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Prologue: |
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I know when I'm gone the full tragic truth will also die. |
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And therefore their being at last will have been but a lie? |
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If no-one is left to remember their sorrowful story? |
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When nobody tells the sad tale? No-one's there to be sorry? |
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Imagine a night, Stygian black while you're cosy and warm. |
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Imagine the howling of some ineluctable storm. |
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So if you are ready and I've got your outright attention, |
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I'm ready to unveil the story of old Foremar Mansion. |
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Where a family lived long ago - but what makes it so weird |
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is not that they lived there but rather that they disappeared. |
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There wasn't a soul from the great hall to the smallest pantry, |
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the great Foremar manor henceforward forever stood empty. |
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They lived in a house built on dreams and built of burnt bricks, |
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tarted up, impressed by themselves as they swaggered, |
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gave a home to many good friends and to some rascal tricks. |
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Sirens lured, could it be that they followed and staggered? |
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Did they care for anyone else except for themselves? |
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So why should anyone care for them now? |
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Empty rooms, not very much left on the old rotten shelves. |
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They ended in smoke but you cannot say how. |
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But they all are long since gone. |
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It's a riddle what went wrong. |
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Scarcely anyone knows that they ever lived here, |
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nor do we know why they disappeared. |
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Why they all have long since gone. |
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Maybe there lived too many monsters under their stairs. |
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We don't know if they all were led or were banished. |
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Did they see strange eyes in the night that gave them a stare? |
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Did they flee just head over heals as they vanished? |
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No-one knows if they were driven or if they were led. |
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Dusty rooms, no more servants to clear away plates. |
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Did they cry or did they move on without any regrets? |
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No farewells, no more talks and no boring debates. |
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But they all are long since gone. |
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It's a riddle what went wrong. |
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Scarcely anyone knows that they ever lived here, |
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nor do we know why they disappeared. |
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Why they all have long since gone. |
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The only things found were remains |
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of the poor chained unwanted cousin. |
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He had been slightly insane. |
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From below stairs there was babbling and buzzing. |
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He just didn't suit, couldn't fit, |
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so he was locked up in the cellar. |
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Displeasing he sat in the pit |
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until he passed, poor little fella. |
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But they all are long since gone. |
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It's a riddle what went wrong. |
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Scarcely anyone knows that they ever lived here, |
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nor do we know why they disappeared. |
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Why they all have long since gone. |
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Glooming stars, or did they run off for a shimmer of gold? |
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No regrets, they're all gone without any trace. |
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Far away, or are they still prowling around in the cold? |
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Pictures fade, can't remember a name or a face. |
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But they all are long since gone. |
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It's a riddle what went wrong. |
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But they all are long since gone. |
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It's a riddle what went wrong. |
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Scarcely anyone knows that they ever lived here, |
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nor do we know why they disappeared. |
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Why they all have long since gone. |
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But they all have long since gone. |
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It's a riddle what went wrong. |
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So, what drove them away, no-one ever can say |
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and the only thing we know today |
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is that they didn't stay |