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And here, atop the hill so high
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Lived an old man, now his house is mine
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He gave it to me before I arrived
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On the hill, the pasture was fine, his sheep were alive

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But I sold them all, every woolly one
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There was a carrot patch, now it's gone
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The old dusty shack, cold and bare
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I turned it into something rare

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The dark little forest now shines at night
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With lanterns hung, casting light
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And at the cliff's edge, a fence so strong
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A beacon so bright, no sailor goes wrong