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The latch still turns, the door swings wide
Your shoes are set to rest inside
The years keep turning, soft and slow
And this is all I need to know
Some want big words, as loud as drums
We mark our years in quiet sums
The morning door, the evening key
One roof, two chairs, a steady “we”
We packed our boxes, changed the view
But what stayed true was me and you
Ten autumns flipped their golden leaves
And still we find the trust we give
The latch still turns, the door swings wide
Your shoes are set to rest inside
I lay my armor at the door
And I don't need anything anymore
The latch still turns, the door swings wide
Your shoes are set to rest inside
The years keep turning, soft and slow
And this is all I need to know
We packed our boxes, changed the view
But what stayed true was me and you
Ten autumns flipped their golden leaves
And still we find the trust we give
The latch still turns, the door swings wide
Your shoes are set to rest inside
I lay my armor at the door
And I don't need anything anymore
The latch still turns, the door swings wide
Your shoes are set to rest inside
The years keep turning, soft and slow
And this is all I need to know
