Silence in the room,
Another emptiness.
There is neither a chair nor a table,
Neither a bed, nor a carpet.
Only a worn floor and doors
Without repair, only cracks.
Mice run everywhere,
And the cat is nowhere to be found.
Cobwebs in the corners,
Spiders on the ceilings.
I will roll up my sleeves,
I'll clean it all up in no time,
And I will paint, I will whitewash,
And I will renew the repair,
I will bring furniture into the house,
And I will get a cat.
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