Your house chased smells of sweets and cakes,
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strolled down around the bend.
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After rain, rising, springing.
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Aspiring to be a hill.
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I'd hang my hat in Hartford union.
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Strolling down the way to River Park, around the bend.
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Like gentle stemmed flowers we bloomed where we planted,
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so seasonal like sand.
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I'd hang my head in.
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E. Texas Ave.
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| The Promise Ring |
