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I've wandered home for now, thinking of the town
thinking of the people who live there.
They moved the old schoolhouse
nothing in its place, nothing but the memories between us.
But all the memories have changed; people aren't the same
People can't remain in a lost state of mind
with their life trailing behind them.
I saw the colors slightly change in hue
A world of difference couldn't change my view.
I thought a thousand times today
that I must go despite that I know
the impressions I create are the part of me I least believe.
If I only knew the way to justify what can't be right
the passions freed within my mind
are the chains in life that most tightly bind.
Reactions far from unknown permeate the home
ringing of the phone unanswered.
A song I heard long ago beckons from below
leaving but a tune without words.
And with this freedom of form
faded, but restored
waiting at the door for signs from above
that I have simply tried long enough.
It takes a memory to restore the past
to learn a lesson that is sure to last.
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