That house down south..

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The last wave left a smile on the sand,

Think it met you on its way

The dust just settled on the window

Of the house down South..

The pretty house by the bay,

Where the wind chimes make rays,

Rustic wood and yellow roof,

Of the house down South..

Front porch misses you,

And the swing never rested,

Since you left,

The house down South..

I sing along with our garden butterflies,

We hummed our song,

And decided to tell you about our love,

At the house down South..

My canvas left blank,

And the sheet awaiting their notes,

The scores never sung,

Until you laughed again,

In the house down South.