| Many men with lofty aims
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| Strive for lofty goals
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| Others play at smaller games
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| Being simpler souls
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| I am of the latter brand
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| All I want to do
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| Is to find a plot of land
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| And live there with you
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| Someday, we’ll build a home
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| On a hilltop high
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| You and I, shiny and new
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| A cottage that two can fill
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| And we’ll be pleased to be called
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| The folks who live on the hill
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| Someday, we may be adding
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| A thing or two, a wing or two
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| We will make changes as any family will
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| But we will always be called
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| The folks who live on the hill
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| Our veranda will command
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| A view of meadows green
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| The sort of view that
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| Seems to want to be seen
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| And when the kids
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| Grow up and leave us
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| We’ll sit and look at the
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| Same old view, just we two
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| Darby and Joan who
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| Used to be Jack and Jill
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| The folks like to be called
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| What they have always been called
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| The folks who live on the hill |