verse 1.
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A rusting tractor, on the hill, the fence post with the posted bill
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That said the sale was on until everything was sold.
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Bone and silver napkin rings, elastic bands ’round spoons and things,
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Tiny fingers held the strings of that fiddle in the case.
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The auctioneer comes here today, privacy is on display,
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The highest bidder takes away, but they can’t take it all.
verse 2.
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Coffee pots we never used, silver frames a little bruised
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Around the portraits that amused us in the parlor and the hall.
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Fireglow with favorite songs, and laughter are the things among
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The memories, that still belong in those empty rooms.
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The auctioneer comes here today, privacy is on display,
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The highest bidder takes away, but they can’t take it all.
verse 3.
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A jar of nails, a box of tacks, the dining chairs with wicker backs,
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Are in the garden, piled in stacks, being spotted by the rain,
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Remember when the lights were low, we had pies, balloons, and mistletoe.
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The morning sunlight on the snow, who will buy a broken sleigh?
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The auctioneer comes here today, privacy is on display,
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The highest bidder takes away, but they can’t take it all.
verse 4.
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The auctioneer comes here today, cars line the street, black and grey,
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While children watch the odd display, and others touch the lots
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That are numbered with the coloured tags, books and clothing sold in bags,
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Bought for learning, bought for rags, and everything must go.
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The auctioneer comes here today, privacy is on display,
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The highest bidder takes away, but they can’t take it all.