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In my mind, I run my fingers through polished marble,
Old, strong, unweary, just how my memories used to be
But now they’re just old and almost forgotten
And it pains my soul how it looks so forsaken
No matter the number of times they rebuilt it
I will never forget the lifelong scratches
The fishpond, the garden, the swing & the steps
From running and flying over low branches

And asleep I found comfort in the rocky path
As we take a right turn in the dark of night
I was never startled, I was never scared
I knew where I was. I knew where it ended.

Home is where the heart is, my heart was at home,
But at home none was left, as if everything just burned.

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