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When I grow up
I will live in a real house
With my own front door
And a garden round the back
And a cat and a dog
And a husband
And children
Not in a sky-high cottage
In the middle of a city
With neighbours from every land
Between me and my front door
Who are soon my friends
As they come and go
Through my life
Here my house is my husband
And my neighbours are my children
And my garden is on the roof
And my pets are in pictures
And I am alone
But I am free
To sing