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THERE'S AN OLD, OLD HOUSE THAT ONCE WAS A MANSION |
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ON A HILL OVERLOOKIN' THE TOWN |
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BUT TIME'S LEFT A WRECKAGE WHERE ONCE THERE WAS BEAUTY |
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AND SOON THE OLD HOUSE WILL TUMBLE DOWN |
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WHEN THE LEAVES START TO FALL IN AUTUMN |
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AND THE RAIN STARTS TO DRIP FROM THE TREES |
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THERE'S AN OLD, OLD MAN WHO WALKS IN THE GARDEN |
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AND HIS HEAD IS BOWED IN MEMORY. |
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WELL THEY SAY HE BUILT THE MANSION |
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FOR THE LOVE OF HIS WOMAN |
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AND THEY PLANNED TO BE MARRIED IN THE FALL |
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BUT HER LOVE DID WITHER IN THE LAST DAYS OF SUMMER |
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AND THE HOUSE STOOD EMPTY AFTER ALL. |
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CHS: |
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WHEN THE LEAVES START TO FALL IN AUTUMN |
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AND THE RAIN STARTS TO DRIP FROM THE TREES |
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THERE'S AN OLD, OLD MAN WHO WALKS IN THE GARDEN |
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AND HIS HEAD IS BOWED IN MEMORY |
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AND HIS HEAD IS BOWED IN MEMORY |
