This Old House


In this field we used to play, spent all day hunting shade. It was our home, simple and plain, yet we felt like kings of this place. Little red roof to match my shoes, the ones I wore when you made me choose. I left this place when I grew older only because I had your shoulder. You swept me away to another world, but you can’t take the mountains out of this old girl. 

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