| Day after day, down Rickety Lane
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| I walk with myself, aware of no pain
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| The cartoons of life, pass in review
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| And Rickety Lane’s been travelled by few
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| A soldier from England so long ago came
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| To fight for his mate, besides the small lane
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| While lovers and poets record all the change
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| And rickety, rickety marked but you’re strange
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| A young girl sits sadly and stares at her star
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| She lost her brave husband, last month in the war
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| And children are gentle and never seem blue
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| And Rickety Lane, what’s in this for you?
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| Day after day, down Rickety Lane
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| I walk with myself, aware of no pain
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| The cartoons of life, pass in review
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| And Rickety Lane’s been travelled by few
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| Rickety Lane’s been travelled by few |