Aidan Shrowder
Down lonely lane,
I walk tonight
I look to the stars,
each shining bright
I whistle and hum
As I trod through the snow
Down the dimly lit road
I all to well know
The twists and turns
Of the cobblestone path
I brave it all,
I brave it all,
winter's biting wrath
I know it well
Each crevice, each stone
Funny things you notice,
When your all alone.
I'm the first and last house
Lonely lane, as said, is lonely
Number 1, number 20
The one, and only
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