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I’m a house on the Oxfordshire road up the left, You are the one, Looking at me every day. Opposite each other, But one in heart. The families of old 17th and 18th century cottages, All around. They despise what we have found, Love where there wasn’t one. What to do, When the whole society is against you? Begone, It’s enough! One night, When all other houses are in slumber deep. We erect our…
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