Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
THAT is my dream house! That's the nearest to Sleeping Beautie's house in the woods. If you get him to come, build one next door. I'll sell up and come. (I won't bother you, I promise!)
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