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In The backyard

While watching the stars way up high,
my thoughts drift to another time,
sleeping beneath a clear summer sky,
four sisters, all in childhood's prime.

My thoughts drift to another time,
another place, where innocence was bred,
four sisters, all in childhood's prime,
talking and giggling as we climbed into bed.

Another place where innocence was bred,
when the night was dark and the stars shone bright,
talking and giggling as we crawled into bed,
counting the shooting stars in the sky at night.

When the night was dark, and the stars shone bright,
after a long and exhausting play day,
counting the shooting stars in the sky at night,
all our cares, just up and flew away.

After a long and exhausting play day,
sleeping beneath a clear summer sky,
all our cares, just up and flew away,
while watching the stars way up high.

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