They were a little family Two kids, mummy, daddy Squashed up in a tiny home Joined chairs to create a sleeping zone Or a mattresses rolled over the living room floor But honestly, they were very happy, you know But then all of it happened so suddenly And they got the house next door finally It was comfortable and nice And everything fit more than precise That was the target, the goal But after that fell into the bowl No longer for space they yearned But unfortunely life took a sudden turn First, we refuse to dream And when we visualize that screen Our deepest desires, the universe conspires And begins to set things that we require But it's ironic how when we finally achieve It's becomes time to grieve Death and a lot of other things happened And saddened their hearts that were just gladdened Spacious, beautiful and comfortable Yet empty from within, such a complex riddle
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