A Mansion Sits Atop A Hill

A mansion sits atop a hill
Windows lit in glowing invitation
The road curving past below
Carrying so many travelers

Each one with but a glance
Thinking they know what waits inside
And each in turn hurrying on
Never bothering to really look

Until at last one stops and turns
Drawn irresistibly up the hill
To open the wide front door
And step in as if coming home

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