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{c}Walking Home
I love to walk with you, It's such a lot of fun, You seem to know, The nicest places, hiding, under the sun. I love to walk with you, Of me you take great care, Strolling down the road, We make a handsome pair. Yes, I love walking home with you, Going side by side, Mind, I'm really glad, As dog house it is spied. Just in case your thinking what kind of person I might be, All I'll say Is I'm called Rover So you might be barking up the wrong tree.
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