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Our little dream castle with every dream gone, |
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Is lonely and silent, the shades are all drawn, |
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And my heart is heavy as I gaze upon |
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A cottage for sale |
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The lawn we were proud of is waving in hay, |
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Our beautifil garden has withered away, |
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Where you planted roses,the weeds seem to say, |
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A cottage for sale. |
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From every single window, I see your face, |
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But when I reach a window, there's empty space. |
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The key's in the mail box the same as before, |
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But no one is waiting any more, |
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The end of the story is told on the door. |
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A cottage for sale. |
