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The swing is gone, the wooden frame is bare
The tulips fill the sandbox we used to share
The turn we missed became our silent prayer
And my road keeps bending back to find you there
We folded paper boats and set them free
We watched the current pull them toward the sea
We laughed until the daylight bent its head
We thought the path would never split ahead
The maple by the gate grew tall
The path we used to sweep is now a stall
I walked the old way home with steady feet
And checked the river bend we used to meet
The swing is gone, the wooden frame is bare
The tulips fill the sandbox we used to share
We went our separate ways without a care
And my mind won’t turn around, it stays right there
The swing is gone, the wooden frame is bare
The tulips fill the sandbox we used to share
The turn we missed became our silent prayer
And my road keeps bending back to find you there
The maple by the gate grew tall
The path we used to sweep is now a stall
I walked the old way home with steady feet
And checked the river bend we used to meet
The swing is gone, the wooden frame is bare
The tulips fill the sandbox we used to share
We went our separate ways without a care
And my mind won’t turn around, it stays right there
The swing is gone, the wooden frame is bare
The tulips fill the sandbox we used to share
The turn we missed became our silent prayer
And my road keeps bending back to find you there
