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Long ago I wished to leave“The house where I was born;”Long ago I used to grieve,My home seemed so forlorn.In other years, its silent roomsWere filled with haunting fears;Now, their very memory comesO'ercharged with tender tears.Life and marriage I have known,Things once deemed so bright;