In Ruben's House
The walls are not bare
You stand there and stare
At this grand old affair
The fireplace is drowned
In no simple decor
The crowd open mouth
Breathing that ancient air
So bright my thoughts travel
Reaching the space
And all the wondrous things
Birds of prey in the garden of Eden
Ladies all dressed in their silk finery
In Rubens' House
The halls are not bare
You stand there and stare
Lost at this rich affair
In Rubens' House
The beds are not bare
Threads fine as angels' hair
Golden linen to wear
So bright my thoughts travel
Reaching the space
And all the wondrous things
Birds of prey in the garden of Eden
Ladies all dressed in their silk finery
In Rubens' House
The walls are not bare
You stand there and stare
Lost at this rich affair
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In Rubens' House (in Rubens' House)
In Rubens' House (in Rubens' House)
In Rubens' House (in Rubens' House)
In Rubens' House (in Rubens' House)
In Rubens' House (in Rubens' House)
In Rubens' House (in Rubens' House)
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