That being a house in which I was born
That being a house in which I cried first.
That being the house where I was brought up .
That being the house where I grew.
That being the house where I played
That being the house where I gave birth to my children
That being the house which was a part of me.
That being the house where my parents lived and died.
That being the house that brings 
nostalgic memories
That being the house which looked grand and majestic
That being the very house now looks sad and waned,
That being the house now has lost its shine.
That being the very house now it silently weeps ad sobs
That being the house longing for its past glory and last pomp .
as it stands remote and battered by times and ill luck,
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