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I have a big Green house on a hill and it’s
Giant and clean
And full of space and I
Can’t wait
To get it filled up with things that
Portray my
New life with my husband.
As I stand here speaking,
Somewhere there are floorboards that are creaking.
Under the foot of an aged man,
Who shall regale you in the very tales of old.
Within his study, by the fire, he does sit,
