A House *

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Basically I'm in a box,
that shelds me from every sorce of nature

Nature hits me like a bomb,
But the walls protect me like a sheld

Without a roof
Nothing would protect me

3/4 of the box
Isn't something you can live with

But the boxes that we live in aren't just boxes
They're the tip of your sword, young soldier

They are the next plan, capitan

They're are you body guard, chief

These 4 walls aren't just walls
There shelds, so use 'em well.

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