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 \u201e<\/SPAN>T<\/SPAN> <\/B>here's a white house in a town
Old and scared and tumbled down
I can build it up once more
That's what memories are for

There's a fire, a chair, a dream
Was I six- or seventeen
As the years go by you'll find
Time plays tricks upon the mind

White house joy will disappear
What became of yesteryear
With my mother and my father there
I knew love was everywhere

Was it hate that closed the door
What do children know of war
Old and scared and tumbled down
Gone the white house in the town <\/o:p><\/SPAN><\/P>\r\n

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White house joy will disappear
What became of yesteryear
With my mother and my father there
I knew love was everywhere
<\/SPAN><\/P>\r\n

There's a white house in a town
Old and scared and tumbled down
I can build it up once more
That's what memories are for
That's what memories are for
The white house\u201d <\/o:p><\/SPAN><\/P>\r\n

<\/SPAN> (Vicky Leandros)<\/SPAN> <\/P>\r\n\r\n <\/embed> <\/OBJECT>","type":"rich"}