Do you remember
The way it used to be?
June to September
In a cottage by the sea.
Distant cousins, local kids -
We climbed every tree
Together
And it never, ever rained
Till we climbed back on the train
That would take us so far away
From the village and the bay
And the summerhouse
Where we found new games to play

Do you remember
Sunday lunch on the lawn,
Daring escapes at midnight
And costumeless bathes at dawn?
You were only nine years old
And I was barely ten.
It’s kind of weird
To be back here
Again.

Do you remember
The summerhouse,
The summerhouse?
Do you remember
The summerhouse?
Our summerhouse,
My summerhouse.

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