In the dream house, I'm away from the town of huge crowd
Looking solemnly for my wings to sprout
And then I will be like a warm blanket on cold clouds
In the dream house, there won't be anyone controlling me
Silence will lay steadily as I swing on that old oak tree
Legs will dance around the house as melodies will engage me
Cats might be purring around with sweet little squirrel beneath that willow tree
In the dream house, everything will be my own
I'll be happy, but i will stay on my own
Oak trees won't provide the warmth of a human, and the greys of the sky will make me feel all alone
In the dream house, dust will lay as the clocks tick by
I'll be Wandering around the lonely yard as the time will fly
I'll need a lonely companion to share my dream house with, and then I shall never cry.
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