I miss you when I breathe

And feel the space

That your breath used to occupy

When we were close enough to see the sky

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And lean into the sun

Right through the open window of

Our bedroom painted brown and gold

And when we knew we’d won

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Turn the radio on

Do you remember when we talked about

A yellow house

And records playing on

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And from that serenade

We could see a back yard

Full of blooms and clover

That we knew would never fade

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Turn the radio up

And keep the dirty clothes

And let it bring

A honey evening to our bones

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And lean, lean into the sun

With tired half opened eyes

And a backyard

Full of blooms for us