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That redbricked building.
Still standing there like a tombstone.
A reminder of the long dead childhood.

Large windows.
Black and empty in the night.
Schoolclock now standing still in eternal recess.

It's hauntingly empty.
Like it has no soul any longer.
A schoolhouse has no purpose at night.

The angles of the big red house,
now seem different.
In the moonlight,
and seen through a grownups eyes.