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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,