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Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
At four grey walls that surround me
Then I awake and look around me
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
Down the lane, I walk with my sweet Mary
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
Though the paint is cracked and dry
The old house is still standing
The old house is still standing
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