My sister and i remember still
a tulip garden by an old dutch mill,
and the home that was all our own until ...
but we don't talk about that.
My sister and i recall once more
the fishing schooners pulling into shore,
and the dog-cart we drove in days before ...
but we don't talk about that.
We're learning to forget the fear
that came from a troubled sky.
we're almost happy over here,
but sometimes we wake at night and cry.
My sister and i recall the day
we said goodbye, then we sailed away.
and we think of our friends that had to stay,
but we don't talk about that.

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