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When i was a kid, i fell in love with our stairs
My steps springing from it when Mom served bread and eggs
Though it was old, i loved the color it wore
It was black, dark and sore
When i was seven, i heard a voice singing on the stairs
Such sweet voice it sounded like a birds'
Little did i know it was all in my head
But the voice whispered my name
Beckoning me not to scream
I begun to wonder if i was in a dream
When i was nine, i would race up and down the stairs
I saw death staring at me, Amazed
Then, i became fond of the voice on the stairs
The voice of the stairs
Often made bets with me
It promised i could become Super Mario
If i jumped the stairs with a flip
Three years later i finally gave in
Only for Mom to wheel me out of an inn
Now I'm forty-nine, I'm passing by the stairs
There lay my son, his hands broken and sore
As i looked up, it stared right at me
Black was the colour it wore.
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Haha such a nice songs but I can't stop laughing you were even wondering