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Heaven, I guess, is all like this
(Tickle me, please, behind the ears);
It's my idea of eternal bliss
(Tickle me, please, behind the ears).
With angel cats for a dog to chase,
And a very extensive barking space,
And big bones buried all over the place,-
And you, to tickle behind my ears.
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When someone's happy in a house there shows
A chink of honey-coloured light beneath the bedroom door,
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And even the stairs smell like an early rose.
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