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The porch swing creaks in afternoon air
Your stubborn smile, that tangled hair
A stolen joke we whispered in class
Then summer rain against the glass
The chalky scent of a brand new book
A secret hideout near the brook
The way we laughed at silly things
And counted stars on paper wings
A wooden swing by the maple tree
A chipped jar where we kept the bees
And when these flashes tap my door
I’m young again, a kid once more
A wooden swing by the maple tree
A chipped jar where we kept the bees
And when these flashes start to hum
I let them tell me where I’m from
The chalky scent of a brand new book
A secret hideout near the brook
The way we laughed at silly things
And counted stars on paper wings
A wooden swing by the maple tree
A chipped jar where we kept the bees
And when these flashes tap my door
I’m young again, a kid once more
A wooden swing by the maple tree
A chipped jar where we kept the bees
And when these flashes start to hum
I let them tell me where I’m from
