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A hill and a sled A four-poster bed A two-sided black iron fireplace Old pocket doors Hard wooden floors an old banister wrapped 'round a staircase A sparkling river an old grand's sweet timbre the music rain plays on roof's tin The orchard it beckons my children the ruins of a greenhouse' gone days and dreams that I used to be lost in manifest now in these ways And as I draw near the solo I hear played on the wind in the trees A mournful, soft song A melody strong that strains on the soft evening breeze: "Show me the patience that love is Promise I'll not be alone Home is where all of my heart lives willingly claimed as his own" Evenings of music and laughter the echo of "happily ever after" sung in the rustling leaves It won't mean a thing these melodies ring the bluebird's song sing without you, this house not a home "Show me the kindness that love is Forgive and forget my mistake Home i...