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Oh, give me a home, where the small dog or cats roam Where the people spend all of their day Where seldom is heard, a discouragin' word And the skies are not cloudy or grey Home, home on the range Where the dishes and the laundry get done by machine Where seldom is heard, a discouragin' word And the skies are as blue as the cabinets, How often at night, when the heavens are bright, With the lights from the glitterin' appliances, Have I stood here amazed, and asked as I gazed If their glory exceeds that of ours? Oh, give me a home, where the fireplace is faux, light flows leisurely from the sills, With the beautiful stained glass Overlooking Like a maid with some sass Then, I would not exchange my home on the range Where the people spend all of their day
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