Our little dream castle
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with ever dream gone
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is lonely and silent,
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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
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is waving in hay,
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our beautiful garden has withered away.
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Where we planted roses
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the weeds seem to say,
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a cottage for sale.
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Through every single window
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I see your face,
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but when I reach the window there's,
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only empty space.
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The keys in the mailbox
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the same as before,
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but no one is waiting
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for me -anymore.
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The end of my story
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is there on the door.
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A cottages for sale.
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A Cottage For Sale
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| Judy Garland |
