In a little house by the caramel sea,
lives an old man,
his eyes weathered
his skin leathered.
Every morning he rises early
and sits himself upon the porch.
He leans back,
And sits to watch
as the little town awakens.

In a little house by the caramel sea,
lives an old man,
his eyes weathered
his skin leathered.
Every morning he rises early
and sits himself upon the porch.
He leans back,
And sits to watch
as the little town awakens.
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