Standig so tall/The ground behind
No trepassers/On every floor
A garden swing/And another door
She makes it clear/That everything is hers

A place of abode
Not far from here
Ms.Van der Veer

All that belongs to/No-one sees
Curtains that waver/When evening falls
Inclosed by fences/Smothered by wood
Who stants behind/The shadows of the trees

A place of abode
Not far from here
Ms.Van der Veer

Standing so tall/But no-one sees
No trespassers/Whan evening falls
A garden swing/Smothered by wood
She makes it clear/The shadows of the trees

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