A little dream castle With every dream gone Is lonely and silent The shades are all drawn And my heart is heavy As I gaze upon A cottage for sale The lawn we were proud of Is waving in hay A beautiful garden Has withered away Where you planted roses The weeds seem to say A cottage for sale From every single window I see your face But when I reach the window There's empty space The key's in the mailbox The same as before But no one is waiting For me anymore The end of our story Is there on the door A cottage for sale
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