A whole house will need rebuilding,
And I am glad of another death.
To my Father’s stay, I have told you the way,
That where he is, you may.
Come to me, all who labor.
Into my palm, put your finger.
Through the thorny threshold is a fire by hardwood,
Is a rug by burnt wood.
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