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A house with a tree in the yard under the sun
Where the days will end and where they begun
The hot tar or the tire swing is still felt
The salt from the cold sea is still felt
The green cut grass between our toes
The whispers of wind blow through our clothes
With the picket fence sercing a shield
I love the way you make me feel
I hope there's plenty more, i hope this isnt the last
But in case there's no more years, never forget the past
Go where everyone knows your name
The beach, the bar, the cherry lanes
Of our childhood town, the sky is always blue
The auras of the people have a vibrant hue
So when the money's low and the colors fade
And when people no longer except the change
The destroyed sandcastles we once made
Resurface under the ocean waves
And when the silence lingers like a sharpened blade
There will always be a spot beneath the shade
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The inspiration for this comes from a town called seabrook. My heart is forever there.