.On the street where we grew up,
the houses are so picturesque at night,
the sound of socks scuffing hard wood floors,
quiet of the attic forgotten chores.
Fifteen hundred miles looks close on maps.
It's hard to breath the air down here,
It's much too warm for winter, not like .
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