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I'm gonna live where the green grass grows. Watch my corn pop up in rows. Every night be tucked in close to you. Raise our kids where the good Lord's blessed. Point our rocking chairs towards the west and plan our dreams where the peaceful river flows. Where the green grass growsssss.

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