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Lemonade stands and memories

Of innocence and purity

And the noonday sun at ninety degrees

The things I carry with me

The ice cream man at four or five

How'd we flag him down and ask for rides

And evenings when we'd sit outside

And name the cloud shapes in the sky

Those days are gone now and we must carry on

But I will not forget the things I learned on your front lawn

And how we rode those dusty trails

On Huffys and Schwinns from Christmas sales

Made forts out of crates with rusty nails

And only came home when our stomachs failed

Those days are gone now and we must move forward still

But I will not forget the things I understood at your window sill

I walked your street again last night

And laughed to dull the sting of spite

But your door was dark and it made me cry

Cause mother always kept you shining bright

But things they change and people grow

And move in step with the green paper flow

But deep inside I wonder or maybe I already know

They they never really find the answers