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Standing so tall / The ground behind No trespassers / On every floor A garden swing / And another door She makes it clear / That everything is hers A place of abode Not far from here Ms. Van de Veer All that belongs to / No-one sees Curtains that waver / When evening falls Inclosed by fences / Smothered by wood Who stands behind / The shadows of the trees A place of abode Not far from here Ms. Van de Veer Standing so tall / But no-one sees No trespassers / Whan evening falls A garden swing / Smothered by wood Shw makes it clear / The shadows of the trees