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Be quiet
There’s no one home
Pull down the shades
There are strangers
On the street

Door to door
They come knocking
Be quiet
Lie behind the bed
Under the window
No peeking
No breathing
Dust and books
And rosary beads
Surely they hear
Your pounding heart

We aren’t home
Strangers on the street
Knock on someone else’s door
Our bell is broken
Our shades are drawn
This is an empty home
We don’t need what you’re selling
Your god isn’t welcome here
Just dust and books
Rosary beads
And pounding hearts


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