A manor is in black bricks.
It gives you the illusion it is not there.
A batisse is there without any tricks.
It is worth more, than a hamlet if you dare.
Farms are in fashion.
They will always be.
There is no shame to have a passion.
You can always have tea.
Be happy in the manor, for there is shade.
There is also fresh air.
You can walk in the garden, until the lights fade.
A warm place does not scare.
There you are.
You long to be home.
You have found a place to care.
It is the manor for some.
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