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npHE pleasantest place on earth to me 
Is a haunted house that I know ; 
The windows are open toward the sun ; 
By the door the violets blow ; 
All summer the breezes bring odor of mint. 
And the robins come and go. 
For this is the home of the friend that I love 
And the spirits that haunt the spot 
Are spirits of sympathy and cheer, 
And the trust that wavers not. 
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