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Day after day, down Rickety LaneI walk with myself, aware of no painThe cartoons of life, pass in reviewAnd Rickety Lane's been travelled by fewA soldier from England so long ago cameTo fight for his mate, besides the small laneWhile lovers and poets record all the changeAnd rickety, rickety marked but you're strangeA young girl sits sadly and stares at her starsShe lost her brave husband, last month in the warand children are gentle and never seem blueAnd Rickety Lane, what's in this for you?Day after day, down Rickety LaneI walk with myself, aware of no painThe cartoons of life, pass in reviewAnd Rickety Lane's been travelled by fewRickety Lane's been travelled by few From Letras Mania