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Can you keep the lights on?
As I used to do
Lying on this wood floor
Remembering old memories
You must remember when
A hummingbird sang for us
Without fear of losing his voice
Near our backyard
A harvest moon will rise
The brown of your eyes
Will be reflected in the fields
We can go back there
And sit in our rocking chair
Without fear of losing ourselves
