Guy lives in
a little red house
in a little red house
lives Guy.
From its curtained
third floor windows
he regards
the trees and sky
and old grave stones nearby:
the cemetery dates to 1832:
an English poem of a view
on which Guy can rely.
But all of that's outside.
Inside he's guided by a rhyme
he loves to chant,
which sometimes makes him cry.
Guy lives in
a little red house,
in a little red house
lives Guy.
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