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THE LAST HOUSE ON THE STREET

Upon the tree
My memories sail 
Over the hill
I know a place
I used to live 
Over the fields
Cherry blossoms  
Sometimes I miss the last house on the street

 

Up on the roof
I used to play 
My little Sis
We liked to go 
Through all our dreams
Just like the wind
Sometimes I miss the last house on the street

 

If I go back
Just for a day
Travel the past
And feel awake
Lay on the grass
A sunny day
Sometimes I miss the last house on the street

 

Listen to mom’s call…to set the table
Sometimes I miss the last house on the street

 

Over the clouds
Look at the planes
Just for a while
Go up away
Ride on the bike 
Caress the cat
I can recall 
Where I was born

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