the little house of my heart
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a place for myself

the little house of my heart

A little house upon the hill, Where trees are waving low, Where mushrooms hide under the sill, And fireflies at night come glow.

That little house is made of dreams, My heart, it lives inside, And winding, peaceful, soothing streams, They carry off whatever's died.

And calming breezes sweep the grass, They sweep up broken parts, Sad, broken portraits, shards of glass, Away from fragile, beating heart.

A little house upon the hill, With windows showing sky, Serenely standing there so still, I shall return though I say "goodbye."

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